Poetry

Traveller

I am a traveller, roaming on the roads
To complete a journey with huge loads.
I am a thief, stealing my own smiles
I am a traveller walking long miles.
I am a lover, with a heart so tired so dark
I am a sufferer, with wounds but no mark.
I am a worshiper, with belief but no god
I am a slave, with pains but no lord.
And here I am, at the end of my world
I am still a traveller, with my journey so absurd.