Where can I go? Everywhere
But where do I belong? Nowhere
I drag my body across the street
Shivering from the nonstop rain
Today I need to run again
I’ll make for my hideout on the plains
East, I’m a leper
South, I’m a thief
West and North, I’m a heretic
Everywhere, I’ve caused grief
Posters on walls everywhere
They display my scarred, disfigured face
Blazing WANTED in thick ink
They’re the same in every place
My eternal rivals, the police
The guardians of law and morality
Supposed that is, they bay for my blood
Dashing from village to town to city
I can’t say I’m innocent
But I deserve more than this
Even a crumb of stale bread
Would bring me an flood of bliss
I’m halfway there, out of the town
Then the next thing I knew
To my right, just out of reach
Something with pure gold’s value
A loaf of bread tossed aside!
How can a gem be forsaken?
I start towards the fine treasure
But then by another it was taken
My opponent, a sheltered man
Notices me, all rags and dirt
His gaze is knowing, he
Tosses me the food and a shirt
Someone cares for an outcast?
Was there really pity in his gaze?
I gobble up the warm loaf
Not thinking about his strange ways
Where can I go? Nowhere
But where do I belong? Everywhere
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Inspiration for this poem: 'Through Traveller's Eyes', another poem written by Sarah Trett.
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