i want to go home
to my home
that never was
and never is
a home I cannot return to
a home I never had
i miss the rolling thunder
the roaring seas
the quiet breeze
the towering mountains
and the titanic trees
i'm tired of this asphalt kingdom
i'm tired of a city that never sleeps
i'm want to be at the place that never wakes
from the dream
the still, hushed voices
call me home to
a home I don't recognize
a home I don't know
where to go
where is my home?
i don't know
how to get there
but i want to go
and be home
finally
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
