There,
My loss
Closed, hopeless,
Helpless, fighting -
In a violence of
Emotion
I've got myself on my feet
And I'm staring,
Sad
At that gate that's been
Closed on me.
That entire land's now beyond me,
And I'm denied access
To my own sweet homeland
It don't have a name, you see,
Cos I'm Man, that generic figure
Shrouded in mystery.
But I been kicked out -
By my own doing, my own.
And am enraged at myself.
Poor land, sweet poor land,
Is there no one there
To water your plants
And tend this sheep anymore?
But there is,
There's One who waits for my re-entry.
You know the meanings of my poems.
I look at Him, God -
I'm in
Love
And I'm returning
There
