The Sleepwalker
He wandered blind, unknowing in the night,
Till struck by stone, and swallowed by his plight.
The sleepwalker roams, a shadow all alone,
A solitary soul by darkness overthrown.
His steps are led by wounds of love betrayed,
By those he cherished, now in shadows laid.
Their whispered lies, like chains, his heart confine,
And in his nightly walk, their ghosts entwine.
Yet in the endless night, he sheds their chains,
For darkness veils the depth of all his pains.
For from the depths of pain, salvation wakes,
In shadows, wisdom from the suffering breaks.
He’s learned the lessons carved by treachery’s hand,
No longer shall he yield to serpents' band.
In solitude he walks, a tale of strife,
For wisdom oft resides in the scars of life.
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