Unknown Territory Poem by Derrick Andrews

This new land,
Foreign to my own eyes,
Fufilled my every demand,
Yet, lacks peacefull skies,
A desolate paradise,
Devoit of pleasure,
Home; humble, nice,
Now seems a buried treasure,
So where, among these items,
May I find my home?
My mind, beside them,
My heart, vainly torn,
This unknown territory,
So vast, yet so closed in,
My heart is suffocating,
From the seperation from kin,
This pungent, oozing bleeding,
Stains a faint, dying blue,
Loneliness has overcome me,
So apparent to you,
Then why, oh why, do you detain me?
To suffer, repeatedly? Endlessly? Vainly?
This new land,
Foreign to my own eyes,
Fufills my demands,
Yet, my heart still cries,
Everything I desire,
Lies right before me,
Though it's not what I require,
Oh, can't you see?
You give what I want,
Not what I need,
You tease and taunt,
Hold me down with your greed,
Trapped
To suffer, in a world unknown,
Mapped
Planned my escape route out, alone,
This new land,
Foreign to my own eyes,
Grasps me like quicksand,
My want slowly dies,
Can't you see,
I need more than this,
Set me free,
To fate's loving kiss,
Release me to the wild,
So that I may find peace,
Search difficulty: mild,
But I will never cease,
This new land,
Foreign to my heart,
Created by your hand,
I want to be... apart,
Don't you see,
That even now,
You don't show me,
Where, or how,
To reach the home my heart craves,
You blind me with your lies,
My heart, for you, toils and slaves,
Ever reaching for the clear, blue skies,
This new land,
Foreign to my soul,
May fufill my demands,
But it can't make me whole...