The clock keeps ticking tirelessly before my eyes,
Each hour running hauls me to
demise.
Alone in the cage, my ribcage kinda hurts;
Obnoxious. Insomniac – I keep on battling against my guts.
The doze, the pills, does everything but kill.
Although never elevates my low spirits either,
I wanna go back home, to my wife, to my kids:
As their leader, as gallantly as a wrestler
The clock keeps ticking tirelessly; my heart does gradually collapse-
On myself ain't being here, tell them I went for a long nap.
My home calls me, but I cannot go.
Steal all my luck away and surfeit their store.
I told them-"do not shed tears, I will come back,-
Definitely"-
My crap made me a hypocrite to my kids, you see.
The clock keeps ticking tirelessly, ever since I came;
I craved to be at home; but 'death' revolved 'round my brain.
My body aches, so does my thoughts now,
I have proven myself inhuman to all my vows.
My heart beat ceases finally; aware of nothing thereafter:
Even in my grave I'll be looking for their laughter
I never got back home.
~Homecalling
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