Daylight, a Story
There is no place like home
Days like this
Lovers kiss
It’s this forbidden trend
That I miss
She said there’s no place like home
There we were
Cast lonely
Within a tomorrow to never come
Lets not rush away
This moment
There we were beneath the sun
Amongst a joyless fun
To no where
We were coming from
And when it’s done, it’s done
No matter the whispers
The pencil, the pen
Amidst my aspiring thumb
Treasure your values
Remember
There was a time
When things were
Oh so simple
When a smile
Was a crease
From dimple
To dimple
When wind
That was once blown
Took you way
But you were never
Too far gone
And she said
Don’t you wish
You were home
Respects
properly sewn
No mercy shown
And if we
can't understand
Our misfortunes
Taste happiness
Capture a portion
Like never before
You will die
But you will never live
A child, a fetus
Subject to abortion
My friend
I once heard
That there was no place
Like home
As I was lost in conduct
My misfortunes remain
The casualties
With in my tear ducts
No worries
It’s what I’m here for
Test this soil
And like Arabs
And protestant values
I’ll die for oil
A few more ruins to spoil
My plot to live once more
Began
And was later foiled
And as she once more said
“There’s no place like home”
I saw daylight
And in my journal
Became this story
I lay Loftily within a journal
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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