As a wanderer upon this earth (Terzanelle)

Far from the place of my birth
life has driven me
as a wanderer upon this earth

never truly to be free
to another shore
life has driven me

far from the one that I adore
to breath corrupted air
to another shore

where death waits prowling everywhere,
stalking like a wild animal snarling
to breath corrupted air,

far from my home and you my darling
seeking the answers to life
stalking like a wild animal snarling

I am now free from man and wife,
far from the place of my birth
seeking the answers to life,
as a wanderer upon this earth.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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