All I've Known

I’ve never been much of a poet but lately when I’ve been anxious (or procrastinating), I’ve found myself toying around with the idea. Below is a very rough WIP that doesn’t flow very well but I felt like sharing it. 

It’s all I’ve known. 

This copper wasteland. 

A place people come to for riches, 

A place no one stays in for long. 

I’ve watched many come and go, 

Leaving me in this ruddy neverland. 

Off to fulfill their own wishes, 

Playing the tune to a different song. 

I want to be free, 

Free from this isolated nest. 

Nearer to those I love, 

To create a fresh start. 

But no one said it would be this uneasy, 

To leave behind the all the rest. 

Like an ill-fitting glove, 

I want to tear it apart. 

Sitting atop these dune thrones. 

They don’t seem to understand, 

That it’s them I want to be with, 

Being here any longer feels wrong. 

As time has passed, I’ve outgrown, 

The sanguine that I’ve learned to withstand. 

True contentment feels like a myth, 

A joke by someone too headstrong.