Belonging (Poem)

I walked alone

that hell cold night

into the arms of dawn.

 

I walked alone

no road in sight

the player turned the pawn.

 

Engulfed

by the winds ahead

yet never look behind.

 

Harrowed

by the ones I fled

fate not yet resigned.

 

Belonging wanted,

wished, not found

amongst that godly crew.

 

Isolation seen

all too profound

old turmoil born anew.

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