Gone but homeA Poem by Chris
Gone but home.
Away but right here. You think you see me. But I am not there. I have never been. I got lost a long time ago. Constantly seeking for something I don't know. Trying to remember who I was before it all. Was I ever there at all? Or has my mask been on too long? The long dark evening's bring no comfort. Whisper my name so I care. Take my hand and make me trust. I can no longer find myself. Can you? Tonight, tomorrow, always.. © 2017 Chris |
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Added on June 13, 2017 Last Updated on June 13, 2017 Author |