So you walk

Always the silent
A simple stray
Always the violence
Eyesight is grey

Long trepid treks
Sore necks
And an empty stomach

Strange, familiar sounds

But there is something

Deep inside

Where there was warmth
And fullness

And the memories echo
Here and there
Somewhere
Maybe in a dream

But still
The illness
And the constant will
To move

As if there is
Hope

As if something cares

So you walk
Searching

Searching