I evaded my perilous abode,
Escape the motherland beyond measure.
Where I will find peace with effortless code,
Allied by wilderness and wondrous creatures.
I'm gonna take my time to reinvent,
All the missteps and delusions of a narrator.
Like poppies thriving on the pavement,
My heart was once a lighthouse guiding the navigators.
The pages of my life lived brittle and torn,
Since you wounded my outset in the morn.
I don't keep treasures and utterances,
And your presumptions and petty glances.
Stare at me like I'm the stars in the gloaming sky,
As I fled my fate and made my path.
Alone in the wilderness, all I do is try,
The obstacles chortled and ended me with a dot.
Now I become assertive day by day,
Designed by confidence in any circumstances.
I will make it to the Milky Way,
And back in the atmosphere of stances.
Head back to where I once belonged,
To the motherland, I have sworn.
Make cheerful stanzas in a song,
In the motherland where I was born.
YOU ARE READING
The 18th Amendment (Revised Edition) (Anthology I)
PoesiaTrying to reinvent himself during dire times. He found himself in a crooked path that no one leads to happiness.
