Alien

My soul is begging for home.

A distant reality.

Away from this ocean of emotionless thinking.

Where creatures roam,

Where we are free.

Not chained to desks reaping paper.

Is this life?

No.

Such a fiscal façade.

Ione where we all kneel to the devil,

Take place in his evil,

Killing what’s around us for momentary gain.

I beg for my home.

The one I was meant for.

Not this…not what you call home.

I’m an alien among you.

One who is stranded and will soon be hooked to machines!

Analyzing why I will not conform.

Until the day they break me…

And I am nothing.

Not even a memory.

 

Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

Interesting poem. It reminds of me of being a stranger in an unfamiliar and eerie place. Its true that its not easy to find a special spot to call home, but at least it starts in your heart. I'd say home is where your heart is and what you want it to be. Great work! Keep writing.

[Mari' Emeraude]

The first line really captured the entire essence of this lovely poem. I can almost sense the longing in the character's heart.

[Metaphantom]

I feel like this all the time, you just put it so beautifully!!! Angels aren't meant for the world to actually live inside this body though, that is why it is tough for us. ;)

[Courtney Hough]

Thanks for the review!

[J. B.]

dark and mechanic. I loved the dark robotic theme of this. :)

[Nicholas Shea]

a certain lyric comes to mind... "I'll never call this place my home, I'm just passing through"