Just Visiting

Just Visiting


Father, Mother,
You rang the wrong number,
So I had to pick up the line.
Though not all is forgiven, and pardoned;
Pardon me, I never forget.

I never forget I'm not of here.
I never forget father ran.
While everyone else was burying seeds,
my world was imploding in sand.
And then I snapped into reality,
or that of this plane,
we live.
I never wanted this.
I never wanted to be here.

But I suppose, all I know now is this.
Others have lovers and lives.
All ignorant in their bliss,
While wolves ever-feast on their hides.
But where am I going?
Where am I going at all.
A quandary, perhaps.
Dreaming,
Scheming,
to leave.

I know I'm not forged for here.
Another plane tugs at my soul.
Veritably vicious,
Tearing persona,
Leaving me
my
Plethora of holes.

So why don't I board the dream-barge?
The one 'twixt this world and the next?
And sail out to sea, never to be,
caught again in this world
or it's nets.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You can tell a story my Poet friend. I like the flow of thoughts and visions create by this poem. I enjoyed the use of the language and the very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[afra]

great write ....well done