I am lost.
I seek the hills and valleys
Of my youth.
My ears strain to hear the sound
Of Choirs.
My eyes long to see the green
Of the valleys,
And the grey of the mountains,
But they are lost
To me now.
I walk unsteadily
These days.
Through jungles
Of glass and concrete.
Where passers by
Are sightless.
Speaking soundlessly,
In clichés.
The green and the grey,
Are far from me now.
I chose to seek glory
On foreign streets.
Dressed in uniform
And lies.
I filled my cup
And drank greedily.
Not conscious
Of the poison I consumed.
The green and the grey no longer my home,
For I am lost.
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Owain Glyn
