Home Is Calling

A profound urge to come home. Some invisible force is making its, presence known. I must act. I cannot ignore this any longer, I fear that if I postpone my journey, I will be torn apart and discarded. This entity has taken my sleep, It continues to take my mind. This all consuming force, Will not be my undoing or unwind. I shall leave at the lonesome hour, Maneuvering through the shadows, Like a scavenger, I've become lower than the rats, That play at such late hours. A perilous journey it may be, For there is a great distance, Between me and the sea. Perseverance will overcome, By the next full moon, I'll be home. R.K.H