Homeward Bound [POEM]

As I tread upon this earth,

so too whose breaths have yet taken air;

and as I leave, I'll be replaced

by those with footsteps younger than mine.

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                       The funny thing is, right after I have

                      posted my last blog, I fell sick lol!

                      I tried to stay online for the most

                      part just to keep my streak alive,

                      but I believe it was also what made

                      recovery slower than usual.

                      Will I ever learn from this?

                      Probably not, but here's the poem

                      I've been meaning to post last week:

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Homeward Bound

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ıllı Renè Müller ıllı

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I’ve been seeking treasures far and wide,

O’er grassy hills and mountaintops,

But this gift I’ve always thought was mine

Remained distant as the moon above,

The search pressed on and without a pause,

And the leaves turned brown as they decayed

With season’s ing and death’s applause

To a show that’s coming to an end,

Now I’m stranded in a place unknown,

With empty streets, unfamiliar roads;

Like a king that is without his throne,

I’m nowhere close to where I belong,

Yet my heart remained silent and all

Regardless of this brewing tempest,

It’s as composed as the leaves of fall

That danced alongside some angel’s breath,

I am far from all the city lights

That obstructed the celestial glow,

Far from the death throes of mundane plight,

Far from everyone whose face I knew,

It feels so strange to be lost somewhere

Yet be unensnared by woe and all,

Such a song does not make me despair

Nor ever sully my once young soul,

Could this place be what I once called home?

It is far too strange, yet feels so true;

For while the air drags this scent unknown,

The soft earth beneath was no stranger,

I knew of this place, at least, before;

From the time when the streets were once filled

With shimmering life and lively roar

Of endless chatter and dreams untold,

But Time had been the unaddressed foe,

Forgotten like the roads before me,

Now it is time to reap what I’ve sown

And call this deserted place my home,

The treasure I sought had long vanished,

Gone with the wind and the sands of time,

Truly, they would all be sorely missed

For I can’t turn back Time’s iron hands,

So, I guess it’s time to face the truth

And cherish what had been left behind;

I might have forsaken it before,

But now it's time to make amends

And acknowledge this place I once called home.

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P.S. Yeah, my mum and dad got mad. Even my BFF scolded me...

ıllı Daniele Colucci ıllı

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