The wind whips my back as I walk this path.
My feet bleed
My back bleeds
When will this nightmare end?
When will this terror I have created
come to a halt?
I walk further and the wind beats me harder,
The earth beneath my feet grab at my ankles
trying to drag me back to what I was.
My heart has hardened in this place,
my mind has been lost.
I walk this lonely path,
it broken like me.
There is no end to this hell
So I walk , I crawl,
and beg.
Never to be heard.
I just randomly thought of this. Tell me what you think of the first draft. I probably have to expand this idea a little bit more.

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