Voyage

Sometimes I feel I must be
An alien in my own body

Why else then I not
Listen to its pounding heart
Pleading for me to calm
The rage I fail to guard
Until its fist I hurt hard

Why else then I not
Rest the weary brain
From endless tiring thoughts
Of “What Ifs” from the past
And wishes yet to be cast

Sometimes I feel I must be
An alien in my own body

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