Home

I want to go home.
My soul is weary from roaming this earth.
I want to go home;
where there is nothing but sound.
One sound.
The sound of love.
It's so unkind here, full of the trials of strife;
Designed to wear souls thin.
Driving them to madness.
I want to go home;
where I can remember who I am.
Where I can heal.
Where there is God.
No more of this place, please.
Where every choice has its consequence;
Where I am haunted by the paths I never even took.
No more chatter of the mind, please.
I yearn for the silence of home.
To understand hatred of the heart is to understand sorrow and loneliness. But...
What is it to understand purpose?
What is love? What is life? What are these meaningless things? My true self knows.
And I know, Without a doubt, that I have endured pain and suffering.
Is my trial over? Is my purpose fulfilled?
I wish not be here any longer.
I want freedom.
I want love.
I want silence.
I want death...
I want to go home.