The forsaken one rests his head but is unable to rest his heart.
Another day, another night, he will never forget his part.The next day he will wake and amass nothing for himself.
He gave up long ago, stored his life on a shelf.If it weren’t for the others in his life his strength would be left dry.
However to say his strength is full would certainly be a lie.He walks parallel with deaths door awaiting and ready.
He could choose to walk away but chooses to keep his path steady.The forsaken one lives in wait.
Keeping his own heart as the perfect bait.
-Riley S.
