Irish Eyes Crying

I wish I could remember the day that I left. Everything is a blur now, everyone's upset. My lover is gone, left in Ireland to stay. Then my heart is in those Irish Meadows I once knew like the back of my hand. The days in the States seem so out of place, that make me wonder why anyone could stay. There is so must hate in a melting pot of Christian's which are so red stained that they cannot find the beautiful violet's It's like a train without a rail. What am I doing here? These street are so bare. And the rain falls down as my eyes weep with despair. I wish you'd come for me...

Author's Note

Feelings on a solemn day. :)

Reviews

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

...home sick, yeah you really express the passion that you truly have for Ireland. I can pretty much relate to this poem, but being that I moved from Los Angeles, quite a live, vibrating city. Well Done!

[Wicahpi]

There are many beautiful places in these United States.
I bet Ireland is beautiful too. I'm also sure they've seen their
share of blood 'n tears.

Out here on the plains there is a calmness; a peace.
Not everyone can take it though. No malls or anything of the sort!

As for missing someone you love; I know how that feels!!
I wish mine would come for me, too!!

Cheer Up! It could always be worse. Maybe one day you'll go home.
"At least we can write about it!"

[deeps]

Things will gwt better for you.
Very expressive write here.