Homeward Bound (November 4, 2019)

Am travelling

My last kilometer

Before resting

This weary body

I call my own.

Of the hate

And prejudices

I have experienced

Hangs around my neck

Like a millstone.

Where life is

Quickly forgotten

Like tossed litter.

And yet

People are obvious

To the mounting carnage.

Eugenic horrors

That spread 

Across the land

Like dandelion seeds

On the prevailing winds.

Out of sight

Out of mind.

Numbness grows

Filling one's soul

With a political cancer

Consuming all

By its presence.

Stumbling

Hands reaches out

For support

That never existed.

Except

In my mind.

For the door handle

With a last grasp

Born of desperation

And mediocrity.

Seeking the sanctity

Of the place

I call home

To heal and restore

My sanity.

Knowing

Silence awaits

When the door opens

Embracing me

In its protection.

Ending this sojourn

In the madness

Called reality.

Therisa © 2019  

Author’s note: How the United States looks, as an outsider, looking inwards.