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.

[Renée]

How sad..to return to a home that is no longer, not knowing where everyone you love is and if they are safe...it would be horrible..thank you for taking on this subject and giving it light..and people to think ..

[Sandy Beach]

Very interesting story. not sure I understand the correlation with the title?

[Onix]

very intresting i enjoyed reading it

[BLACK PRINCE]

This is a deeply emotional poem.

[Pencrafter]

Your poem conveys a feeling of loss and frustration, confusion and emptiness. A small question arises from the second line concerning the word 'unreowned', not clear what word should be there or what you meant. I do appreciate the fine effort. Sometimes what we miss from our past and what we yearn for is a filtered, idealized memory, not of something that we actually had but of something that we would like to have had. This probably doesn't make any sense but that's all you'll get for two cents. Just kidding.

[olla]

well done.. we get to choose our friends.. with family we are not always so lucky..

[Pax]

the mersy bothers me, not the meaning though its the spelling, i dunno if its the correct one or it has different meaning i suppose. Anyways I enjoyed the storyline behind such short poem, i liked it. Its lonely and sad loss. Keep it up.

[Wild Willow Blue]

I love the way you write. It's so intoxicating. Very lonely and sad, this poem. But great.

[nigrum homonculus]

this poem is brutal, not in a gory way, but in a case of honesty. the feelings are so clear here. i can relate to this in a way as my dad has a twin brother who he basically forgot about. sounds harsh i know but there was reason behind what my dad did. very good piece. well done.

[Tai Ryens]

You expressed the feeling of loneliness, resentment, abandonment, despair, and even more endless amounts of sorrow. I love this poem, it is brilliant. One thing, you misspelled 'mercy' in the last stanza.
Great job. Keep it up.