Home is.....
And I try to make it
But my footprint
Have been washed away by the wind
Now I'm lost.
Lost? No way.
It happened cause
I hoped someone,
Someone to save me when I call
But neither do I know
That that someone has never been like me.
The table is full
Even without me
They merry
No one saves the day
With a question about me
But kills the day with hope upon hope.
You never told me
It would be like this?
You never allowed me
To be well prepared?
Now in the mindscape
Of purity, I suffer
The hand that saves
Is what I'm hunting for
Not to kill
But to take me home.
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Author:
Drich The Poet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2023 16:58
- Comment from author about the poem: I have nothing much to say. The poem speaks for me.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
It’s hits on many levels. It could be a parent. Or someone you love. Or a Supreme Being. Or a combination ? Anyway any piece that is do diverse and pushes thought forward is unbridled success. Congratulations on a great write. It was a nice read You go Msn.
Thank you.
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