Anthology

I want to go Home

"I want to go home."

Those words would echo through my mind

Like a rhyme trying to be memorised.

I would feel those words like a bad omen,

Waiting to be let out in the open.

I would see those words every time a little boy would steps through the gates crying,

"Mummy don't make me go. There are monster's here." She'd tell him there's not and he'd yell: "You're lying!"

I'd smell those words in coroner's office as fresh kill was bought in making the room seem cold,

And he'd ask me to leave as not to frighten me away from gold.

But as my dad he made sure I would stay,

At least till he grew old as they.

I'd taste those words in the bitter sweetness of salt,

As I inhaled the sea water.

But as I said...

These are just echoes

As my body floats numbly as it goes,

Beneath the waves it's dragged back forth with the tide,

And I close my eyes to stop the water getting in,

And I clamp my mouth shut hoping no one will hear me scream.

None of this will last forever.

Eventually I will drown.

Hopefully I will.

But until then....

I will listen to the echoes.