Despair

I miss everything I'll never be

At dawn the lonely man walks home all by himself, regretting, thinking, feeling the weight of his own dirty feet tormenting his own soul and enabled to exorcise his own ghosts. He leaves behind two more strangers, two more lonely and resentful faces. He keeps walking, and what is he thinking of, death? Madness? Sorrow? Lost? Or maybe a simple crossover of all those feelings. Is he trying to forget something, or just walking away from himself, trying not to be himself, trying so very hard not to feel that pain, not to have that permanent hollow. He longs for something, something that would feed the beast within him, something that somehow would make him better - or simply different. Yes a different person in a different place - and without that pain!