Going Home
timing and options unacceptable home from the marching a message inside which is that? why not cut it clearly in the morning hush of yesterday i am once again in the wrong direction on to the sky or do we grow i considered that which i have received the harder to balance oh i wish it anything but far far away i will be in my bitterness standing tall head high eyes closed in case the circle a slowly expanding cloud goes to nothing the last order i won’t let it oh i have taken the blow © 2013 J.H.
This entry was posted on November 16, 2013 by Moonbeam. It was filed under NEW!, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and was tagged with after death, death, dying, fatal, is there life after death, new, poem, poetry, pondering, soldier, war, what is life, writing.
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