The Lone Wanderer Poem by Locura Alaam

He walks down the path he chose
Yet wonders: 'What was the cause? '
So many years ago it started
And now his fate's all discarded
And his mind still does ponder
Why he pulls a Joker after Joker
The future is just so dim
The present does not guide him
Thus all he does have is the past
Though dark as if a curse was cast
And as by dark it's blinded
His past was almost winded-
Stood to the edge so close
The last remaining rose
He's left as thus alone...
To learn that 'Life Goes On'
He walks down the path he chose
Yet wonders: 'What was the cause...? '