Foreign Words For Foreign Worlds

Oh the sheer sense of agony far be reaching for the stars on the day when the light stands still

Far below the glowing sun of another hot evening indisposed towards humanity

Of hatred construed but forever not rude enough for me to return to the start

Oh sins of thy beloved where else can you be when the world stabs you still?

Now oh look at me, all alone face upward looking towards the sky above

Flying or trying to make sense of what is happening whereas the world around him understands him not

Towed not for the semblance of irrational behaviour then maybe I am not ready to get into them yet

Like magic in a world of nuisance foreign pestilence anointed high to become the night...

Now where would I be looking at if only the world be much kinder and of respect

For this silent traveller in a world of hurt could it be that this place has overstayed my welcome?

Or wary too much am I to trust my heart to trust Humanity again, for better or worst?

Then perhaps this wanderer may now take his leave for the mountains of madness, forsooth?

Nevertheless, I'm tired of being torn out of the worlds of me and the world at large

So perhaps may I now be excused to finally rip myself out of this tug-of-war bizarre

Of finding my way fiery in the dark of the hopeless nights for a candle still burning in the breeze

To find me in still and instilled with the quest for a brighter day, singed and fried in sunset

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013