I wouldn’t return from the far-off lands At home, incertitude is on the stands They are happy about entangling me My intentions world couldn’t understand Fact, the tattered ship will come ashore Only you failed to lend me your hand That hamlet, I am still attached with If only I accept, is now banned By that shrine, a lamp stands alight now No way left, go home empty-handed. Candace Ranee Moon PEN International English PEN Penguin Random House ✏️Pencil + Ashes (Ash) Graywolf Press Pencils of Promise The Web Writer Spotlight [Bad] Ideas For Writers (& Life) The Poetry Lover's Companion