Take me back.
So many leaves scattering beyond the silver lining,Highlights of dark cement discreetly in view,
Careless steps thriving past jarred accusations of heroin,
It was my fault, some others to.
Lying in a cradle is where it began for me,
Crying under a tepid duvet, to my attempted bliss,
One of few disliked of my existance that time,
I turned my back years later, to this.
Whistling passed my ears to the kind infront of me,
Gazing to the sour eyes wise to this new way,
Papery screams of the odd callings reached me,
I knew I may come home again, today.
Tranquility injected my thought, still in doubt,
As rain fell beneath my feet, signing it's heritage,
Simply honest people came towards me, soaking,
There was now a difference in my minds age.
Take me from this homelessness, I screamed.
Take me from this homelessness.
I wanted to hold what I never remembered,
Take me from this homelessness, I screamed.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-05 at 20:01
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