Alone

being an outlaw amongst outlaws
outcast among outcasts
a discard ... a waste ... a voice without purpose
the eternal quest for home
if there be such a thing
is not found within the confines of humanity
small comfort that there are a few
precious few
who love me for me and wish me to be nothing else
there are those who do
and i love them for their loyalty
no ... i have not changed
nor shall i ever
but even in the din of humanity
i have a voice and it is strong
no longer the adversary
no longer the protector
i am alone

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