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Ashes of Home
Ashes of Home
I was rolling back home from the land of nowhere
Shredding soul into blood, scraping through to high pitch,
Thoughtful days, painful nights going past to elsewhere,
Hoping home was not far at the range of my reach.
And at last I caught sight of my place I longed for
Shining bright from a far like a star in the sky.
And my dreams rushed ahead leaving body behind
For so hard was the wish to be where you bound.
At the end of the day when I neared my home
I saw smouldering ashes and ruins all over.
And I cried out my cries and I wept out my tears
As I then realised I’d been out for long years,
And my loved ones were gone, and my world was abandoned.
Standing lonely in place by the desert surrounding
I was hoping for feedback but echoes went round me.
Squashed into petals and low in my spirits
I made for retreat with my heart deep in pities.
Was there home or it was just a dream
Cherished and held for a long time within?
The core had been broken, life turned to be senseless,
And there’s no light far ahead in the darkness.
The ashes of home will knock on my heart forever
Keeping the record of what is no longer and ever.
Perplexed and bewildered I carry on living somewhere,
And there’s no way to my homeland of nowhere.
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