Drifting Poetry

Home

Who do you think you are?

Your father has forsaken you.

Scars all torn to rot.

I pray that you'll make it through.

But hate must never win.

Or blame you for your sins.

Etched into my flaming skin,

Her agitate has pinned me too.

Even when I'm world's apart.

Even when he strikes your heart.

I'll always be there, my other part.

Hold on, my angel, my dear.

I'm coming home.

Please, don't let these twisted fears,

take control.

My goal is to make you whole,

With me beside you, never flying solo.

I sense your battered wings.

Connected, tortured, tied to his puppet strings.

Consumed with abhorrence of your birthplace.

Yet, an elastic smile stays plastered on your face.

This calming heaven in me,

I utterly bear before you, is a home, a lifeline,

The pathway to escape the atrocious beastly.

I beg, don't cry.

My warmth bakes your wet cheeks all dry.

Your message recited through the Twilight,

Your name, my own sparkling starlight.

For troubles far, and below,

And still, I will anchor you,

continuing to row.

Through the atmosphere of terror.

Ripping passed the stratosphere of error.

There's not a place in existence,

Where I can't reach out to listen.

My soul is like a calling song,

Beckoning you beyond this morbid aversion.

And as you start to fall.

I promise, even when I'm gone,

though all may seem perfectly wrong,

I'll always be here.

Carry on, hold on, keep strong

I'm coming home.

I am your home.

Free verses are always a blast to write! For a poetry contest by poetryfrompain  The theme has pain in it, but I also added a touch of hope to go along with it. Hope this is okay! :)

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