He arrived from nowhere
To walk the path of the world
Where he was promised a destiny.

The illusory of night had befallen on him
The blessing he never sought
The pity that never quivered in his heart
Lit like the effervescent street lamp
In front of asphalt.

His eyes set at distance
Where darkness languished
From the pain nothing produced
Except the afterbirth of emptiness.

His legs dreary for bearing
The onus of the meaninglessness

Of his epic journey.

His heart thumping hard
Imploring him to stop.
But his unforgiving memory
Smiles at those futile prayers
Asking him to wander
The night that never ends.


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