His Need to Feel Free: A Conversation With My Far Away Friend (conversation poetry)
He said he wore a smile
to hide his sadness,
and kept plenty of
friends to get lost with,
this seemed to help him
hide the madness.
A life unnoticed in a
foreign land, dreams
that seemed to be
buried deep beneath
the desert sand.
Once upon a time he
confided these words
to me, but he has since
left very promptly.
Did I not listen with
a sincere ear, a caring
heart, an offer of cheer?
Come back and tell
me your internal
thoughts. I yearn
to learn what you
seek out.
Do you search for
freedom you’ve never
known, a brand-new
start, a different home?
Is America where you
would like to be?
Because, I have to tell
you, it’s not such
A perfect place to be.
For the land of the free
and the home of the brave
reeks of big fortune and
fake fame.
Why do we all wish
to be somewhere else?
I do wonder this quite
often myself.
In my eyes, your
country would be
a breath of fresh air;
A real site to behold,
with beautiful beach
sunsets and lanterns
of gold.
Paradise Valley in the
summertime, the unity
of people through Ramadan…
Of course, we have beauty
here as well. However,
my point is, we all live with
pieces of heaven and hell.
Come back young friend,
don’t leave me with this
doubt. I really want to
help you figure things
out.
Let’s be each other’s sunshine
in the rain and wake-up calls
from nightmare screams.
Let’s socialize and learn
the importance of our
wisdom shared through
your youthful views and
my distinguished
older vision.
Paradise Valley Morroco
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