Running No More

Full of speechless sorrow, My heart fluttered with a vague terror, And pounded in my throat, My hurrying thoughts clamored for utterance and fell. I ran far away, Trying to escape the torture of failed dreams and aspirations, Faster, I huddled through the narrow road with blistered foot. Forgetting many secrets you can never know, My soul was wrung with a sudden wild homesickness, I'm drying and dying from deep inside, In a strain of exaggerated and illusionary gallantry. Suddenly, in the mild and mellow maturity of age, I found a place to hide, In an evening of great silences and spaces, wholly tranquil, To sit, watch, cry and say goodbye to a hell I once called homeland.