Fourth Edit: The Loneliest Feeling

[Richard]

Fourth Edit:

The Loneliest Feeling

I feel
like a hungry refugee in a tent:
fear, rage and self-loathing
inhibit my eyes.

I ask myself why,
the only answer is nowhere.

I look desperately toward
a future, measured numerically
by those who kiss their wives before bed,
tell their children
the world is fair,
and refuse to look me in my eyes.

The dream ends.

I lie next to my wife,
my child safely sleeps in the next room;
my empathy
denied entry based on ethnicity.


Third Edit:

The Loneliest Feeling

I feel
like a hungry refugee in a tent.

Behind my eyes,
fear, rage and self-loathing.
When i ask myself why,
the only answer is nowhere.

I look desperately towards
a future that is measured numerically
by those who kiss their wives before bed,
tell their children
the world is fair,
and refuse
to look me in my eyes.

The dream ends.

I lie next to my wife,
my child safely sleeps in the next room;
my empathy
denied entry based on ethnicity.


Second Edit:

the loneliest feeling

i feel
like a hungry refugee in a tent

behind my eyes
fear, rage and self-loathing
and when i ask myself why
the only answer is nowhere

i look desperate
my future is measured numerically
by those who
kiss their wives before bed
tell their children
the world is fair
and refuse
to look me in my eyes

the dream ends
i lie next to my wife
my child safely sleeps in the next room
and my empathy
denied entry based on ethnicity

First Edit:

the loneliest feeling

i feel
like a hungry refugee in a tent

behind my eyes
is a mix
of fear, rage and self-loathing
and when i ask myself why
the only answer is nowhere

my eyes look desperate
my future is measured numerically
by those who kiss their wives before bed
those who tell their children
the world is fair
those who refuse
to look me in my eyes

i blink
and the dream ends
i lie next to my wife
my child safely sleeps in the next room
and my empathy
denied entry based on ethnicity

Original :

the loneliest feeling

i feel
like a hungry refugee in a tent

behind my eyes
is a mix
of fear, rage and self-loathing
and when i ask myself why
the only answer is nowhere

my eyes look desperate
my future is measured numerically
by those who kiss their wives before bed
those who tell their children
the world is fair
those who refuse
to look me in my eyes

i blink
and the simile ends
i lie next to my wife
my child safely dreams in the next room
and my empathy
denied entry based on ethnicity