He knew he was meant to suffer.
To live his life a leper to those who left him far behind.
No one knew his name,
Nor did they care.
His eyes were stitched shut so he could sleep.
Thoughts entered his brain and left a messy residue,
He could not process them,he could not think.
Reason came and went with winter's cruel kiss.
He marched forward blind,a lost soul in a shameful world.
They did not understand him.
Their hearts were filled with contempt as they led him away.
He melted with the snow that spring,
Not even a memory to them.
His love went nowhere,
His soul forever lost.