i walk the miles alone,
not knowing where
my aching feet will
take me;
or my weary soul
which loses its way often.

i am alone and
lonely.
and without:
whatever is good,
whatever is kind,
whatever love turns out to be.
i am without it.

my mind swallows
me whole
and takes me to
places low and dirty.
devoid of life
as i wish it to be.
i know nothing of thruth.
only lies 
wrap around me and
hold my body cloes.

i have no understanding of what is real,
of what is good,
or honorable.

i am empty.
i lack knowing.
i lack feeling.

i am nothing,
surrounded by
nothing,
inhabiting a
world that
has forgotten me.