My heart is in a thousand pieces
Scattered around the globe
It aches as I reminisce
Of all the places called home
Day in and day out, the pain drips like blood
Small daggers of longing, homesickness and want
Stab relentlessly, morning by morning, day by day
As they make my heart wail and daunt
Living deep inside, like a burning poison
For which there is no hope of cure
All to do is try and craft a living
The result: only doubts are sure
Craft a living and a meaning
In all the foreign lands
Since all places are full of strangers
Where will you be in safe hands?
Try, try as you might
This seems like a lifetime’s Cross
Lean against it, if you can
Else all will feel like a loss.
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