Exiled

Dragged out from shadow into blazing light I leant on compassion but soon paid the price Reason snatched, slick instruments won as the world went drifting vacant eyed Exiled, but choked for all to see The freshest of wounds were the ones they mined first A pining for relief stamped into scorched earth The cries of a mother muffled, unheard Pressed behind glass, drowned in plain sight Exiled, but choked for all to see And I used to dread the thought of trauma, now it circles every day Waiting in the wings, prowling like a stalking horse See nature knows of hardship at least it has its use This is suffering as a construct - man's longest-running gag