Author's Note: Just my thoughts on John's four years in the Uncharted Territories.
How lonely can one person be?
You wander around the unknown,
You sit in the dark,
No one knows you, no one cares.
They have their own problems...worries...cares
I'm so alone
I can hear my own heart...breaking
No one can hear my cries....
I can see darkness inside
I want it to go.
I don't want to be like this
No one can hear my screams...outrage.
No one.
Originally posted March 26, 2003