Three days late in coming homeA Poem by Kimberly "Melody" CarneyA fun poetic storyThree days late in coming home My wife you’re furious with me But listen close, this stories true It’s what really happened to me I stumbled upon a stone too great in size to be missed yet I was looking straight ahead and now the ground I kissed I lay gazing upon the stone I see it stained with blood so… I was not the first to fall on this trap here in the mud As I stand and get my wits I try to move the stone a pinch I see now why it is still in place for it would not budge an inch So I sat upon the stone a bit to think what I should do To help the next poor soul from the same fortune anew now sitting there I see something I’d completely missed before within the trees I see A slightly hidden door When I rise to walk to it I see the door no more I sit back down and there it is so I crawl across earth’s floor As I breathe the dust in That my hands did stir up I must admit my dear love My head was quit messed up I watch the blades of grass Turn colors unknown to me I swear it true this second part the birds they laughed at me I finally reach the door I’d seen Yet now it’s too small for me So I laughed and knocked upon it Next thing I know… …. poof I’m here with thee © 2013 Kimberly "Melody" CarneyFeatured Review
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Added on October 13, 2012Last Updated on January 12, 2013 AuthorKimberly "Melody" CarneyDenver, COAboutTo really truly believe in your dreams and make them come true… you must not first believe in yourself, but be prepared to prove your doubts and fears wrong. To know giving up is not an easy .. more..Writing
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