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Homeward Bound

Beneath the rubble of this shattered home The memories of my childhood reside Bleeding hands from where I've poked and prod For knowledge of when it died The ghosts of my past scorch my remains Refusing to let me ignore Flashbacks of better days Leave me wanting more Smiles, tears and bunny ears Live on pictures beneath the carcass Addicted, I stay here searching for more Despite the weather's harshness The more I pry, the more tired I grow I just can't connect the dots Frustration angers and exhaustion sets in I begin seeing spots Perhaps my puzzle is to remain cracked So it will match my heart The missing pieces are nowhere to be found An answer so brutally tart I've learned to tame those pesky ghosts I successfully hushed their sound Now I'm looking forward, not back I'm no longer homeward bound

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 4/7/2015 3:16:00 PM
Nicely done. Starkly grim, but hopeful.
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Date: 4/7/2015 9:38:00 AM
A terrific write a 7. Home ward bound to a better home of fun and happiness. Blessings eve
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Date: 4/5/2015 6:41:00 AM
I need to think more like that myself, :) look ahead and not back, it can be to painful, but one of the first memories I have is my grandparents home near a farm and the smell of wild flowers filled the air, every time I smell them I am brought right back there, it is hard to give some memories up, they always come back :)
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