Exiled Poem by Chen-ou Liu

Exiled

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A Haibun


Often, I yearn for things not lost; I go to sleep in Taipei, but wake up at midnight in Ajax. Like a black widow, loneliness wraps itself around my mind, spins a cocoon, and then squeezes until it stops moving.

early morning stillness...
my heart wandering about
as in a haze

Sunday, September 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: exile,loneliness,nostalgia
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