Exile

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triara
triara
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Exile
Living on wishes and memories, sometimes I sit and cry
Because the feet I kneel before
Have taken paths where I cannot go.
Little girl with her hands carefully behind her back.
Behind the plate glass window, on the outside of things.
Waiting, like the hound tied up outside, eyes on the door
Where it's Master last was seen.
I have only the place given me, How am I different, What have I done?
That I am always kept carefully outside
Sometimes the pain of wondering, Always there and never gone
Overwhelms me and I sit, unable to do aught
But wish with all my heart to belong.
The punishment of exile, always waiting on the outside
Like a ghost among the living, unheard and unseen
Hands still carefully behind my back, not daring to presume
In my mind, I am pounding on the glass and sobbing.
Will I be strong enough to stay the course?
Can I exist in this endless wanting?
Sometimes.... I want to say "I do not care" and yet I know it is not true.
Perhaps I am a fool, and yet,
Giving my dreams a chance
Is something I would not live without.
My cards are on the table, win, lose, or draw
I kneel, stripped bare and waiting
The clock ticks and I feel its lash, I don't know what to do.

triara
triara
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