The Vagabond

I seek no company
but my own,
only I
know where I roam.
Across the deserts
on the plains,
through towns and cities,
all the same.

They are so desolate,
dark and discrete
I dare not talk
to those I meet.
They stare back
so quiet and afraid,
as if they know
the mistakes I've made.

People know not
what to fear,
the time I'm there,
or when I disappear.
For I bring such
happiness and glee,
but pain and fear
linger with me.

My friends are dead,
my family spent,
I've wandered alone
not knowing what’s meant.
I shall wander
forever more,
and maybe, one day
I'll find a cure.

For my solitude
releases pain,
I am alone
with no loss or gain.
I am unknown
to all I meet,
walking forever
on my own two feet.