On my way home

We are just passing through on our way back home

I walk alone , and make my way

Through this ordinary day

I stop to smile and shake a hand

Knowing ill never see you again

I climb those stairs like everyday

Knowing this will never be the same

an single tear flows down

With all the pain in this world iv'e found

I feel the air against my face

so tired of running in this race

I feel the wind through my soul

I have nowhere else to go.

The darkness is clear

I no longer am here

But where else could I be

For home is where I'd rather be.

Reviews

[José Humilde]

I like the poem. Great descriptions.

I think there are a few things you can do to make it a bit stronger, though.

The last line kind of through me off a bit. I think it was ended a little weak, but you can make it stronger after some revisions.

Mostly it was the last two lines. I don't know what to suggest, but I'm sure you can figure it out.

an single tear flows down [is this a typo? should it just be "a?"]

Keep it up and thanks for sharing!

-JH

[Mauricio Montoya]

Nice piece well done Keep on writing