Slam On The Brakes

Despite everything, she goes back... to a dangerous hot country; her childhood home.

The heat comforted me, but yet when doing so... also cautioned my reason for ever being here.
Here in a nameless country that I have unreowned, have come to alone.
The time moved unwillingly, I contemplated reality... evaluated my past and thought out my future.

There was no doubting my perplexed outlook on life.
For I have been forsaken, a lonely castoff as my family departed.
Merely expired, as each and everyone of them seeked refuge...
And I have no reason in thinking i'll find them.

I'm used to this life though... But i still feel alone, unwelcomed in someones home.
Screaming out the lives i'll  never know, visiting a country I had once blossomed in,
those years i wish and will to be here, just one more time.

Yes, i know i'm just an outcast...
So, show me the mercy I can't find on earth.
Help me find the ones i've lost, all for my own unforsaken loss.

Author's Note

This is in dedication to the people less fortunate than I.

Reviews

[Tomislav Petricevic]

This is a decent poem - sad and sincere, I think you managed to describe the situation on a storytelling way while keeping the poetic values of it.
And I believe that sometimes we may even feel like outcasts while we're at the place we've known for years.
Good job.

[~Lizzy♬]

I loved this poem. It was sad and sincere, like Tomislav said. You know how to put the story of a person in the form of a poem. That's beautiful! :)

~Lizzy~

[EGabriellS]

this was a very good and interesting piece. i really enjoyed it. it was sad and lonely. good job.

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Awesome job! Kind of like a story, but more of a poem. Interesting!

[Dawn Writer]

This is a great poem, you have used strong word to relay deep emotion. It flows well and allows the reader to really relate to the circumstances being described.
Great job!!

[cartera]

People are made outcasts for many reasons; without specifying a particular reason you capture the essences of what it mus be like to experience this loneliness: from being an asylum seeker to losing someone to death. Not an easy trick to pull off.
ATB
Alex.

[The Jay]

The second stanza is magnificent. The rest of it feels a little tattered though.

[reflectingus]

Wow, this is just so deep. Sometimes, forsaken and rejected as we may be, the past always crawls its way back, tortures the mind till somehow we satisfy it. Each word elicited that loss, the pain and yet some hope, in the most flawless manner. This is just beautiful.
"The time moved unwillingly, I contemplated reality... evaluated my past and thought out my future."

[L. Edward Neale]

Great dedication. Very heartfelt. Seems to capture the feeling of the refugee. The torment of sepration, the longing for home despite all the dangers, all encapsulated in very compact fashion. Well written.