Living in diaspora
Alone away from home
Living in the land of oaks and timbers
Avarice; their worthy religion
My heart was weary
My eyes, heavy
Tears no longer redeemed
A strong nostalgia sets in
I was watched with unseeing eyes
I sought comfort in loneliness
What a great comfort boredom could be
In my lonely room, I rested
Reminiscing on the journey
How did i make it this far
We commence to end
Indeed we begin to finish
It unfolds like no ending to the folding
Turning back the pages
Glancing through the content
I wonder how;
I slept with eyes wide open
I survived the weary days,
The harrowing nights
But I was far from listlessness
Empowered by the environment
Stronger than ever
And the days became meaningful
I heave a sigh of relief
Now I have ended a journey
Only to begin another
Yet I ponder
Is home coming the panacea?
It only gives birth to another
Nostalgia
I seek comfort in lonliness i sleep with eyes wide open certainly hits close to home a great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, I'm on your poems right now.