Show me the path to take me home,
for my map is not of this land,
though born of its soil,
it is strange to me,
why I am here?
Set me free from doubt and fear.
Show me the guide who will lead me there
for I know you not,
though I have lived with your ere long
you are strange to me,
why am I in your life?
Set me free from loss and strife.
Show me how to leave my mind
their voices haunt my dreams
though they seem to know me well
they are strange to me
why do they hurt me so?
Set me free from grief and woe.
Show me my father’s house,
for I crave his healing touch,
he knows who I am, and who I was to be.
though he sent me here
I no longer know why
Let me free; let me die.
1 comment:
I find the repetition pleasing and powerful. I like this poem - and I loved your one about the castle. Do publish it. Linda
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