mig-gold

As I grow old and I look down my life
I see my roots have vanished in the dust
Or is some kind of fog blinding my eyes
Keeping me far away from my own past?
I move my legs and see no footprints down
Though mud was covering my toes till now
I cannot help but wonder all the way
Should I go back? What happens if I stay?
I was just born, I have no wings to fly
I need a hand but how to ask and why?
This heavy tongue makes poetry a curse
All I can wish for this land is accurse.
It was my choice to die and than re-born
What I forgot is how my heart was thorn
With heavy spines of miss and loneliness
And bitter nights with not one dream to bless.
Visions of death come crawling in my sleep
There’s no way back, in vain I weep.
No songs to sing, no dance to dance
No hopes to hope… and sure no chance.
Where should I go? I’m far from home
And in this very country I’m alone.


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