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
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