My future was running from me
like a horse
Just when I thought things couldn’t
get worse
I was exiled from my country
and the sign said “no entry”
I lay awake in a cold sweat
judged by people I never met
I couldn’t make myself settle down
I couldn’t pack my night gown
I couldn’t answer the phone calls
It was like I’d run into a wall
Then I was watching the whole world
going by and getting old
my city below looked like a dime –
it froze in time
Exile
© Copyright: Татьяна-Валентина Мамонова, 2009
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