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.