Dark, Desolate HomeA Poem by DeepshikhaI want to go home. I don't care how terrible it is. I simply want home.I'm hanging on a hill, a lush green hill, a crumbling green hill, my shadow's dream.
I'm dreaming of a dream, a dream within my dream, my dream's dream, my home of dreams.
I'm searching for a place, one where butterflies scream, where the flowers bleed, and the ravens sing.
I'm looking for my home, my dark, desolate home, the only place I've known, the only place I'll know.
I'm falling 'cause of you, because you won't take me home, because you say there's too much risk, you say there's too much fear.
I'm aware of the beasts, of the monsters I've made, they won't hurt a fly, they barely touch the sky.
I'm going to escape to the trees, to look at my home, to its long lost loan, to that which once shone.
I'm seeing what you say, but I won't listen because it's why I sadden, it's where I slept, it's where I bloomed.
I'm not asking for anything but to see the manor where I grew up, where I grew old, where I was sold.
I'm crying for you to take me to my mother, to take me to my father, to where they had risen, to where they had died.
I'm asking once more, for you to come and take me home, my home, my dark, desolate home. © 2009 DeepshikhaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 18, 2009 Last Updated on December 29, 2009 AuthorDeepshikhaWhere Time Passes, PAAboutThis is archive for the poetry I've written, spanning back from when I first started writing in 2007. I mostly write fiction now and don't post it on here. Enjoy if you'd like. I'm Deepshikha. .. more..Writing
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