No Place Like Home
I have returned to my old Hell,
But ere I'd seen it there
With my own eyes, though 'twas disguised
As a cure to my despair
I took to hold- to hold is fast!
Though it forced me off its cliff
To plummet through my painful Past-
And in myself, create a rift
*"Honey, I'm Home" Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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