Seen me no more,
heard no longer by
my ancient cries.

A stranger I've become,
here and gone the next.

Faint memories
of cherished old times
currently spark emptiness,
for I now hold nothing true.

A wandering soul
scrounging the earth
for purpose
and life.

The stars that have once seen
are blinded by my neglect,
and wounded by my troubles.

A mere shadow of former glory
as I stand in front
of the place
that I once called home.

I, a pale ghost, that screams
for redemption
but is confronted
by hatred, by isolation
and left with no one.

I am not seen.