Home should be where the heart is
But my heart is in my chest
Physically
Mentally,
My heart is travelling 14,000 kilometers every hour
And is always behind by eight hours.
I miss you
Becomes monotonous,
“How many times will you say it to us?”
As many times as the sun chooses to rise
I say,
And it rises twice
As many times as it takes for you
Not to forget me.
Loneliness holds a new meaning,
Now I am actually alone
I can feel it
And I can touch it,
The calendar is just a countdown to
When I will see you
Again.
The clock, just sands of time
Ticking me away to the shores of where I’m
In my haven of peace.
Read – Deranged – A Poem by Lebogang Samson, Botswana
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