A Limited Wanderer

I walk through the rooms, alone,

No one hears my call,

Not bound by time, its units unknown,

Already in abyss, no further I shall fall,

Vast melancholic rage I get,

When I don’t talk to the other living soul,

My dog sees me; he is my lovely pet,

But sadness is my companion like garbage and its smell so foul,

Seasons don’t bother me,

They somehow bring color to my never ending journey,

I can’t feel the touch, for my skin is gone, not me,

But my vision and memory are strong, not blurry,

I want to see the world,

But the chains of locks of this house, they bound,

I don’t know what sin I did, what lie I told,

For my fate to wander as a ghost I found.