Travels

March. 1945 unwanted from his first breath. A mother's blessing born, a father's burden worn. The bright shine of the sunrise along the tile floor to the open door. With blood on the streets she lay on the mattress. Staring aimlessly. Numb, dark and

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"there's no place for me." a man of nowhere, a man of black heart from the dead end streets. "regret runs through me. i am no one, i am nothing, i am a man of defeat. what's left for me? whats left for me?" he thought of those open roa