Where is the Messenger Pt 1 contd.

NB: I wish to inform readers that this poem is an excerpt from the book - Silver Lining by Godwin 3ple-i. This is used with permission from the original author. Thank you. Enjoy!
I have walked through many wars,
Carried the infant from the mother in a pool of red.
I have walked through desolate plains with that infant,
Seeking to give it a home.
That home I am yet to find.

My eyes have dried up of tears.
The iron clamps of not feeling closing in on my heart.
Internally mourning,
My colours have become gray.
As heavy as this sadness.

You will see me silhouetted against the fading orange skies at twilight,
My clothes flowing before me.
This is what I have come to be,
A shadow.