July 14, 2009
By Anonymous

I walk.
On an empty street on an empty road with an empty soul.
The sun has set, but the shadows long, there thin grasping fingers reaching for me.
But I walk on.
When the laughter, sorrow, joy, and love is gone I walk on.
Through the towering waves of life.
While the world is lit by a black sun, I never veer from my long appointed path.
To no destonation, from no home.
Going no where and leaving nothing.
From a place with no time, to a world with no end.
Where someone is no one and no one is nothing.
Where tears turn to rain, and hope to dust.
I walk on.

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