Roads Home



In vacant idleness

cold reality of

remembrance sorrow

left my torn heart

to wither and vanish

Chilly wind – frozen stars

singing to the honest air

to quiet my heartache, after


My packet of dreams

shattered – rainbow – strung

my world – unspelled

a will – o – the – wisp

I followed far

roads to hate – roads to love

but never roads to home


Long way to everywhere

short way home

naught to seek that I


and never road back

my strength – forever tired

and this is all

with  no place for memory


The furthest star last secret out

everything old – is new

life goes which ever way

it goes

you fret and grieve and turn

about – that so

but never road to home

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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