Syria, Iraq, My home

I left my country to travel
to the end of the world.
Surely, it was the end of the world
for me, because
my world no longer existed.
I was leaving a world that
was no longer,
to seek a world that is.
My world now lays in crumbles.
and is no longer waiting.
I am asked why I came here?
Where do you suggest?
Why don’t you go back?
And I ask, “Why don’t you go
to the place where I left,
and see if you can survive?”
See if you would not sorrow
for what my world has become.
I lost my world,
and there is not enough left
to find.
How do you return to what
isn’t?

John Collins has been a writer for 40 years but has only started compiling his work since retirement from Pharmacy and teaching. He received his MEd from Regent University and has taught for 30 years mainly in the jail system. He is being published for the first time in the June edition of the Pangolin Review. Read other articles by John.