Misplaced
As if I have nowhere to go, I need a place to stay, cast out from my home avoiding
further fray.
Where am I to go?
A place to rest my head.
A place to feel at peace when my heart is filled with dread.
Like a vagabond looking for closure to his travels, my future yet to be unraveled.
Will it always be like this?
When the ones I love I can't hold and kiss.
I'm one who is misplaced, not in mind but in person, my soul in anguish in fear
that my suffering will worsen.
I cry for help!
Out from this hell.
I cry for one, can she hear me?
Will she flee?
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