To be one with the world is a blessing in it's own right, what is it you would do if you were cast from the world to walk for countless miles with no end in sight.
To know that you have lost all the things and people you have never even cherished until now, too bad the way things are you have to walk alone cowering in fear when the darkness falls and the only sounds you hear a howls.
No hand to grab for emotional support just the millions of thoughts piling up in your brain, to think you once had family and friends who would do so much for you but all you brought them was misery accompanied by pain.
You search for redemption well there is no such thing in these lands, nothing like that exist here so enjoy your time traveling through the darkness screaming into both your hands.
You cry out to the heavens through the thickest shroud of gray and pray expecting to be saved by the holy train,
forever condemned to live with all of your sins by walking along this edgeless plane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem