I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad

I am a nomad—

Nothing I say matters.

I am but a face in the crowd,

I am left behind, trying.

I am made fun of.

I don’t count in this vast world,

I often lead myself through darkness,

I pin myself to the wall—

I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known.

I don’t even get hate—let alone love,

I get neither a hell nor a heaven.

Not everyone deserves pain.

We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason.

I just live to make God not regret His creation.

 

                                     -Preetham.S.D