Immigrant

A forlone face in the sea of skins,

Skimming through the debris of sins,

Amidst the pallor of the dingy,

Singing sorrow to the ruddy,

Failing in the shift of destiny,

And struggling to find face in the living,

A lost cause without a home,

Alone in a land of doom,

Fighting for survival,

And masking the pain of betrayal,

Escaping the land of the dead,

Into the unknown charters of the lore,

Only to be befuddled at every step,

Tricked and shunned for what's rest,

Encountering every hurdle in the way,
Yet making in far step by step,

Tears and heart break may not stop you,

And looking back is not for you,

Surging ahead with every sinew of life,

With hopes for a future safe and right,

For them, their children and their ancestries,

And nothing can stop them from reaching their haven  

Here’s a refined version of your poem, tightening the language and enhancing the flow while preserving its themes of struggle, resilience, and hope:

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**A Forlorn Face**

A forlorn face in a sea of skins,  

Skimming through the debris of sins,  

Amidst the pallor of the dingy,  

Singing sorrow to the ruddy.  

Failing in the shift of destiny,  

Struggling to find a place in the living—  

A lost cause without a home,  

Alone in a land of doom.  

Fighting for survival,  

Masking the pain of betrayal,  

Escaping the land of the dead,  

Into the unknown realms of lore,  

Only to be befuddled at every step,  

Tricked and shunned for seeking rest,  

Encountering hurdles along the way,  

Yet moving forward, step by step.  

Tears and heartbreak may not stop you,  

And looking back is not for you.  

Surging ahead with every sinew of life,  

With hopes for a future safe and right—  

For them, their children, and their ancestors,  

Nothing will stop them from reaching their haven.  

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This version enhances the rhythm and tightens the imagery while keeping the essence of the speaker's journey toward hope and resilience. Let me know how it resonates!