L' Etranger Poem by Meng Lim Dr

L' Etranger



L'Etranger

The failing wit
the emptiness and ennui--
who created it?

The sagging
of feeling
love's withering

who or what to blame
does that something
bear a name?

you walk past people
no faces you see
life is a strange country

your past
tells no real story
you're your own mystery

and this I know
you'll never be free
dead your heart is already

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