I chose to write

In an alien voice

To speak out

To explain the why

 

I forced myself

To travel roads

Unknown to me

To hear the howls

Of broken destiny

 

It is all spilled

Now upon inked pages

That pain, the twisted limbs

Of history that maimed

Lie bleeding across pages

Charred by words burning holes

 

Leaving me here

Horribly bruised

Stranded where I sought

To be—

No-man’s land—

Waiting to learn of peace

Holding my white flag

Of surrender

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