An Empty Path
207 Words
Dropped since a lifetime ago.
Maybe a continuing karmic lesson arrived in this actual life.
A life born and put aside, like a dull object that has lost all interest.
This is my life — my life abandoned by all.
My life abandoned by everyone. My life is a total loss; my life means nothing to anyone — that’s the truth.
No matter how much I try to connect with this world through mutuality, I only find stone around me. Coldness, emptiness — always around me.
I was always at the window, watching others live their lives, while I wasn’t allowed to have my share of experience.
All the stages of life — I skipped them. I don’t exist — or they mocked me, as if I had no right to live and experience like the others.
An alien, an unknown being to others. Someone to be wary of, someone viewed with suspicion, as something strange.
My life flows on as I always remain a spectator to the unfolding of other people's lives, as they move through all the stages of their path, while I stayed in the bay, waiting for a ship that never docked — to carry me into the current of my own life.
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