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He always perceived himself to be a void
forsaken, desolated, abandoned
he kept searching
from cities to oceans
wastelands to forests
terrains to mountains
yet,
so many places he did not belong
he found his thoughts, deserted
emotions, drowned
feelings, astray
Exhausted, he sits on the beach
gazing at the sunset,
looking into the abyss within
a pure chance occurrence,
he meets her
like oasis in a desert
lifeboat in an ocean
a beam of light to the chasm
he went across the world
to find a place that he belonged to
at long last, realizing,
home is a person
not a place
Posted Sep 26, 2022, 4:09 PM UTC
A totally relatable vibe. I’ve felt just like the subject many times before. After letting it sit in my head for a bit, the end is kind of ominous for me. Reminded me of when I’ve put my happiness in the hands of another. Great poem!
Thanks so much