Soliloquy

Brought upon this puny world
across the sea and across the land
for it is in vain that your cries are hurled
and in a hollow that your feet now stand
in a manner far from being grand.

You’ve lost the hope and the will
to dream and to break this chain
but waiting requires a greater skill
and soon you see the sun on the wane
yet there’s no substitute for the pain.

They feed your thoughts and your heart
but you’ve lost the joy of being free
Although you roam around in this cart
nothing matches the old Plane tree
and a breeze across the Mediterranean Sea.

They’ve caught your soul and torn it to two
as you roar gallantly as if you’re still king
this foolish heart of yours refuses to
believe that long-departed has sweet spring
or what a calamity this will bring.

What brings spectators here, you ask
are they here to laugh at your distress?
You put on a show, just like you put on your mask
but you’ve found hatred within the mess
and maybe someday you will confess.

You will see the light soon enough
they all do- prison is marked by enlightenment
but till then you’ll just have to sleep rough
and then you’ll ask me what they meant
when they said that you can’t escape this torment.