Journey? Home? Poem by Lauma Lapa

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Like a mortally wounded animal,
retreating to the rock of refuge;
Like a ship, captainless,
sailing towards its last storm;
Like a clown, playing
all the joys and tears of a nation;
Like a pillar of a ruined dome;
Like a fire, fuelless,
retreating into the embers,

A way of a stranger
through this
journey home.


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Time is nigh, time you know
words like fiery rods
scourging my soul

time is up, time you know
like a comet, words,
leave impact in soul

time you know, leaves scars
in a soul preparing to go
towards sunset

time is nigh, time up
words like a red-hot iron
branding thoughts:

time that has brought
departure