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Poetic License: Losing my way home

By Staff | Feb 6, 2016

How many times left to lose my way home,

Returning turning me further away,

Dead ends and detours to endlessly roam?

Past houses full of remembering alone

With old rooms shutting and closing each day,

How many times left to lose my way home?

No harbor and resting place ever my own,

No stops on the roads taken yesterday,

Just dead ends and detours to endlessly roam.

How many nights lost to lovers unknown

And waking to strangeness along the way,

Who will be left when I find my way home?

Breakaway flights I should never have flown –

Quests for Ithacas leading me astray,

Dead ends and detours to endlessly roam.

Now all who first loved me are dust under stone.

Weary with past, I wait for them to say,

“There is no time left to lose your way home,

Death ends the detours you endlessly roam.”