Forgotten

I walk through overgrown valleys and ruins lost to time.

Every step feels as unfamiliar as the last.

Each night an alien horizon lights my path.

Home is a foreign word, a concept unknown to those like myself.

In this land I wander, searching for an origin.

The source of my nostalgia and memory has been lost.

By Nicholas Byrley

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