Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poet Free verse

Home

Home

Home, coming, coming. Live to
Place to place, years and years
For. Never, never coming home

Home, always just coming for
Creating just past. From my life
Hmm. I am rich. I can remember

Wanderer's life can’t get a home
Wanderer’s life can’t get a family
Wanderer’s life can’t get a love

Hmm. Don’t need. Best this life
Be alone, live alone. It’s home
Pure life, separated existence

I am poor. In my dust. From that
My death is rich for hearts deads
Otherworldly, I waited for her. Dead

Die, just die if you stay. Place at
My heart. Yeah. Given to live to be 
Drop mine. Live yours. Take styles

Take styles, do your kind, go far
I go, this is a fate, only mine. Bye
Bye. You can’t understand it

Never and never
My way, my path
Wanderer life

I will go
To your
Home
from far

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment