Lost and alone
I haunt in the night
painfully aware
the emptiness in sight
Pushing away
from those who'd seek me
Content in the mold
of who I must be
I journey alone
the wind at my back
my heart confined
to an old burlap sack
I carry it with me
in hope that someday
it won't seem so impossible
to give it away
Until such a time
I blend in the trees
like whispers and wind
things not to see

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