Homesick

For all that lay out under the futile sun 

with kaleidoscope eyes 

I wish nothing more for you to reach out

and with fingertips left unscorched by the 

flames

Cradle your transference 

it has allowed you to glow

and burn just as brightly as everything 

in your galaxy

Some of us cannot cradle ourselves

As our transference is far beyond our capacity

It has left us frantically searching to find our way back home

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Many times home is a person rather than a place or it is a feeling of comfort in peace in a specific location

[Delmar Cooper]

Okie dokie, beam me up too.

[guy drori]

I enoyed reading.
The last line did make me ask a questtion though . . . how do we find our way back home? I mean, what tools do you think are required for one to find his way back?

Thanks for sharing :)

[Joshua Haines]

Vary nice. Starting to love your work XD

[Inject Positivity]

Very true, you said it exactly what sir Henry Ford once said... Your vocabulary was really good and hits home with the message... Excellent job...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[dillonjensen]

The struggle within is very apparent from reading this. Such a twisted tale, that is for one to truly find oneself in a world that constantly tells you what to be.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Beautiful poetry!

"Cradle your transference
it has allowed you to glow
and burn just as brightly as everything
in your galaxy"

loved this part!

[Eddie Davis]

Very nicely expressed, a heartfelt poem.