Can a wandering soul find forgiveness?
Where is the muse I so wish for?
I have been deserted and I know not why.
If I write these words are they meaningless?
Do they disappear on parchment leaving only the stain of my tears?
For I may as well write with tears,
Judging the worth of my words.
I am humbled.
Where is the pride,
Where is the ambition,
The strength?
Where have I gone?
