Home
I was born on a broken battle groundThe tanks and soldiers marched with the trumpet sound
Papa trooped on, and my mama was never found
They never came home
When I grew on a high windy hill
With an aunt who didnt think I was real
I found out that the pain didnt pay the bill
It didnt make home
The woods were always there for me to hide within
The only place in all the earth i could fully grin
I took the sanctuary with a beard on my chin
And called it home
I woke up a man, out in the nasty world
In a pool of misfortunes yet to unfirl
A new sky was born when I met this pretty girl
And gave her a home
In my sea of misery, she made my warm blue vials
Something ripe to drink from when I'd lost my smiles
And we'd sail together to the virgin isles
And build a home
Her life, it rose and fell, like a sandy desert dune
Her hair turned a dusty gray, and her voice got out of tune
She passed away on a Tuesday after noon
Inside our home
When you grow tired, you lay your weary head
Upon the pillow that is your death bed
I think about the life I have led
I want to go home
The clouds are brains, cascading softly into mist
When down is up, theres nothing left you havent missed
I saw her again today, we laughed after we kissed
I was finally home
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-08-18 at 10:32
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