Belonging

Swayed under the shore of life,

Found a purpose that is to strive,

Left in the cold of the fragile night,

To awake in the room full of beautiful sights.

For the scream of the oceans,

Echoes of the belonging-tale ancients,

Memories within the cracks of passions,

Within the atmosphere of a nation.

But the gaze from the many,

Of heavy cost from the tragedy,

Thrown to her own company,

And sweet grace

Of the lonely journey.

But this is where

It supposed to be

For life

Is

But a beautiful tragedy

Lost and found

In the unknown

“Belonging”