Lost Home

Pfaha, sometimes I really just rambling in rhyme - and then call it poetry.

In this field, I sit alone

My thoughts drifting away

As I sit on this dilapidated throne

 

I look across the faded plain

Looking for a sign of my old life

Though it seems I look in vain

 

I've been here many times before

But through the tiresome years

It’s been rampaged by a silent war

 

I need this place - this rampaged haven

With all these worn out faces

To whom my mind is slaven

 

As I get up to forever roam

This is where my heart will stay

Though it is no longer my home.

(It seems I don’t have a home anyway)

Reviews

[Larrycall]

it really flows together beautifully. Amazing write!

[whiteNight]

Thank you(: