where I couldn't go home

where I couldn't go home

A Poem by redd Brick Keshner

That hamlet where mum's lineage dwells,
Ancestral ruins, where silence swells.
Foundation stumps, a faint design,
A phenomenon strange, yet mine.

History breathes in broken stone,
Family lore in whispers grown.
Sights and sounds, scents of old,
Stories in these ruins unfold.

But in this decay, a shadow's cast,
A reminder of life that cannot last.
Bulldozed, ground, swept away,
Mortality's echo, can't win the day.

So for now all I could do is roam
away from where I couldn't go home.






© 2024 redd Brick Keshner


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I remember a Shangralas' song, " I can never go home anymore"---

sometimes we just can't....I have been by the house, the last house, in which my parents lived...I realized if I knocked on the door, the people who live there would have no idea who I am...
a son never finding home again.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

redd Brick Keshner

1 Year Ago

You got that spot on! Thanks j 🙏🏻



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I remember a Shangralas' song, " I can never go home anymore"---

sometimes we just can't....I have been by the house, the last house, in which my parents lived...I realized if I knocked on the door, the people who live there would have no idea who I am...
a son never finding home again.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

redd Brick Keshner

1 Year Ago

You got that spot on! Thanks j 🙏🏻

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redd Brick Keshner
redd Brick Keshner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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/iframe> ….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kin.. more..