The Skein Plainer Poem by Simiwuna John lodam

Forgot the land of my birth,
naked and now,
in a land of my feelings.
Where i lay is a path between mecuric clouds and a bad frown.
Utmost joy and unbearable pain.
Contrite lonliness and inevitable company.
Which path is it?
Does'nt that feel like loneliness?
There i lay.
Until u open the doors to the wounded leopard,
pull me out and give the breath of life into me.
I shall lay with you, lay on the beds of certainty.
Find me...soonest!