My first poem, '93
Traveler
He walks in the shadows of the night.
Not because he has to, not because he wants to.
It's because he is sent there.
He is not always alone.
He finds a friend. Is it a true friend?
Only time will tell.
As he meets these friends, they seem to drop,
one, by one, by one.
Only to be replaced by nothing.
Soon their will be none.
And the Traveler will move on.
He will be hurt by these friends.
Not to fear, he can not feel.
He will be betrayed by these friends.
Not to fear, he has no need for trust.
He will be forgotten by these friends.
Not to fear, he is always alone.
He may fall in love, but none will be returned.
Not to fear, he has no need for love.
He may see the light, but will always be in the dark.
Not to fear, he only travels in the dark.
He may leave, and not be missed.
Not to fear, the Traveler will move on.
