Lost
2 min readApr 9, 2021
He screamed and screamed every night. Praying to be heard, hoping to be seen. He felt as though he was trapped in an endless dream.
He walked and walked, but he walked towards nothing. He wished for direction, to head towards something.
Without purpose, what was he? Without meaning, what could he be?
A journey without end, a soul with no way to mend.