Wanderer, heart broked

I wander the world now,
though home is still here,
it is a mirror, showing me the things that are not mine anymore
I wander the world now,
unwilling to stop, to speak of what
the mirror showed me, when I crossed through
I wander the world now,
no sustenance,
little joy
I wander the world now,
Alone when I cry at graves for men long dead, long lost
I hated my children
I hated my wife
I hated them for happy silences, and joyful noise
I wander the world now, heart broked.
Will I die before I get penance for the life I lost?
That’s what they hope for.
Orange killed me, even before I wandered
One day, maybe I’ll be ok,
but wandering helps.