Walk of nothingness

I walk slow really slow
I look around to see if someone is watching
I hide the load that I carry on my soul
It is same as you carry but you hide
The solace in nothingness and weary days and nights
The echos of failure are haunting and no one is spared
At that station where no one comes and no one departs
I am stuck in my side of chains
Stories of faith and victory are just tales to be told
I am not the one who does not have flaws
My scars are mine, not for your tea time talk.
Left the light and shine behind, the night does not become day anymore.
I stop look around and keep walking.

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