Exile

 

 

I went into exile

 

on this island where there is no living soul

 

I cry my pain when I though that you have exile me over there

 

I could drink the river's water but you poison it with your cruelty

 

I could sleep on the hay but you mess it up with your shamefulness

 

I could walk on the sand but you immerse it with your nastiness

 

even when I am away from you

 

you still make me suffer

 

you can always laugh

 

but you can't never get that feeling of revenge out of me

 

one day

 

I'll take my revenge

 

one day, somewhere

 

I'll be free

 

I'll be protect

 

I'll be exile...

 

 

© Isabel Beulence

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