this is a long forsaken place
i have yet to learn
and witness
i am the angered tide
that resides elsewhere
i am the changing winds
that vert courses
i lock away what belonged to me
and yearn for the others eyes
i see through a pane of misery 
and many, many lies
a sewed mouth
and tight lips
curious listenings 
and not many words
that is why many despise thy
there is no purpose in what i seek