Foreigner On Dusty Shore Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Walls feel thin, a foreign sky,
Not quite mine, I don't know why.
A paper waits, a stamped decree,
To let me stay, or set me free.

But heart is numb, a muted drum,
The choice, it seems, has overcome
Its eagerness, its hopeful plea,
The world is changed, not just in me.

I came for peace, a gentle hand,
Now shadows stretch across the land.
The faces blur, the smiles feel strained,
My haven lost, my hope restrained.

So let it fall, the dice may roll,
Perhaps a journey frees the soul.
To seek again, a kinder shore,
And find my home, some peace, once more.


T.M.Solvang