POETRY – RHYME


To Awake In Exile:

Moving on a path, freely skipping along,
Young and unfettered, crying I’m free.
Behind me I see, some snakes in a throng
Slowly winding, I declare, you can’t catch me.

In an instant I’m surrounded, inward circle snake,
My arrogant smile has vanished, in terror I awake.
A denizen in exile, with mother alone,
Anachronistic soul, here to atone.