Refuge

Political pressures had not been tyrannizing me, Nor out of severe social strangulations, I did flee; The I in me and me in I, decide my death decree, Owing to these I've been a cursed nomadic refugee...! Where has my immaculately innocent psyche gone? Unto whose infatuation my spirit flirted on? Pathetic, is the disposition of a refugee, Who, from his iridescent inner self is forced to flee...! The war within me, like betwixt devils, is horrible, The perplexities that surround me, are deplorable; Is each vice oozing from out of the blue ignorable? Is my lost image, as designed by God, restorable? Do the physic and the psyche of a refugee, still sweep away the subtle suppleness of power to will? Fugitivity from self, like the inferno, does grill, The enthusiasm of very existence, it does kill...! The trifles that I had held as values, I've, now, upturned, My refuge is my love-loaded intrinsic me, I've learned; As the prodigal son, appeased, toward home I've returned, Within my very self, my place in this cosmos, I've earned...! 05 April 2023 Writing Challenge - 'R' Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables