Poem dedicated to Caleb

I can't see
The light blinds me
Believe
That I'm here
I've stood on the banks of the Styx
Back broken like a stack of twigs
I've stood here for years
Never seen or heard
Black wings
Busted soul
Don't have a home
Nothing to call my own
I live here and there
But I still live nowhere
No place to lay my head
No place to put a bed
Outcast from society
Unloved reliably
More lost than Elvin cities
Here's the highest bidding
I'll always be alone
Play it off
You're fine
You've lived for centuries
You're not gonna die
I remember flying
Over the ocean
People waved
And people praised
And now I'm forgotten
I used to dream in bed
But I have nowhere to lay my head
So many places I've lived
Barely survived
The heartbreak
Of an outcast
What did I expect?
Trust and adoration?
I'm the son of Death
And I can't die yet
I have to do something
'Cause I'm not nothing
Tired of being forgotten
My soul's not made of cotton
It's made of shadows from my past
And now I'm last
Last to truly live
But what'd you expect-
-for the son of Death?
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-Chiron66Category:Role play
Category:Poems