I'm so close to home
Yet impossible to reach
In my house
I can feel it, beckoning
Reaching out from behind
From the life I once led
But it's gone
Though these walls echo its melodies
The purest and truest of memories
I'm so far from home
Not worth trying to reach
At my uni
Over distance I cannot feel it, calling
I can move forward
In my life
It relinquishes me
And I am free
Yet for these two months
Here I shall lay
In this house
So close to home
But when I cry
She will not call
Nobody will call
Except for home
A call I can never answer.
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Musings Of A Lonely Genius
PoetryAm I a genius? I don't know. Smart? Sure. Genius? Maybe. Poet? Find out for yourself. This is just a collection of poems I've spat out onto paper and in my memo app for years. Enjoy.
