The Exile

The Exile.


I am a stranger in a strange land:

The exiled, the dispossessed,

A refugee from life.

I want to go home,

Knowing it can never be,

That home is here, and now.

My mind walks alone

Through other rooms,

Other landscapes.

My inner eyes see

Other trees, other people.

At night I turn the wrong way,

Looking for rooms

I no longer possess.

As dusk falls, the walls

Move in, shrinking my cage

Until I feel trapped.

In sleep I escape to homes

I can never own again,

Exploring mansions beyond reach,

Castles and kingdoms

Created by dreams.

It’s not that this life is so bad.

It just isn’t mine, that’s all.


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