The Traveler

My far from perfect attemptsTo be what they wanted
Are for nothing
They ripped away my identityGiven me a clean slate
Now what?
A change of clothes maybeBut I’m just another namelessWandering travellerChasing after the sunWhich seems to be ebbingOut of sightRunning down a roadThat goes onAnd onAnd onNever ends…
- Amethyst
Category:Poems