Horizon Poem by Chan Mongol

HORIZON
August 27 of 2022



I am not in a privileged position to have any tie;

Physically or in financially, I am so dry!

To explain to you with the aroma of spices is hard;

I am just a storm affected homeless shaky bird.

Needing blood transfusion but no more blood family;

Few outsider leaches sucked up bloods from me.

I built the nest outer the jungle, on an isolated tree;

I should have been around more trees, in the density.

With or without prayers, life will go on to the horizon;

I will move on until the registration of expiration.