Post by goldenmyst on Oct 18, 2023 18:17:55 GMT -6
The Home I Left
The cities passed in desolation
as I wandered further from the past.
My feet shuffled
through autumn leaves in the park.
My life had become a funeral procession.
I had never known the sorrow
which weighs the soul
like a drunken stupor.
My sister Rose returned
every night to haunt me.
In my dreams she pleaded
for mercy and my return.
Yet I kept moving for in motion
I felt was the key to freedom.
One night Rose approached me
clothed in a virgin white dress.
She held a flower to my face.
I breathed the fragrance.
She walked away leading me
to the home I’d abandoned months ago.
It was then I knew that
the road to redemption was paved in tears
Haunted by the birds of appetite
that stalk the lonely hours
like ravens in the night
The cities passed in desolation
as I wandered further from the past.
My feet shuffled
through autumn leaves in the park.
My life had become a funeral procession.
I had never known the sorrow
which weighs the soul
like a drunken stupor.
My sister Rose returned
every night to haunt me.
In my dreams she pleaded
for mercy and my return.
Yet I kept moving for in motion
I felt was the key to freedom.
One night Rose approached me
clothed in a virgin white dress.
She held a flower to my face.
I breathed the fragrance.
She walked away leading me
to the home I’d abandoned months ago.
It was then I knew that
the road to redemption was paved in tears
Haunted by the birds of appetite
that stalk the lonely hours
like ravens in the night
