Going Home
Make believe it’s all okay,
pretend that things are fine
but this time it has gone to far
and gone and crossed the line.
I’m heading back to times before,
back where I belong,
for the disillusion feeling
has become far too strong.
I’ll go and fetch my shovel,
I know the very spot,
I’ll dig a massive hole there,
easy it is not.
My shovel, I will fling away,
I’ll climb in to the pit;
laying down I’ll claw the earth,
dragging down at it.
The mud it pours in to my mouth
floods into my nose,
my eyes, my ears are covered,
all of me, I suppose.
I set a tree to tumble,
it holds the earth in place,
ensures that I can’t back out
and try to escape this place.
The insects won’t be long now,
worms will go in and out,
eating me, devouring me,
I really have no doubt.
I am going home now,
from malice it will save,
I’ll dwell forever now in peace
within my earthen grave.
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Powerful, despairing words. No one should have to feel this way, especially someone so kind-hearted. I'm sorry, Hully. I hope this feeling doesn't last long.
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Thanks for reading, Jeff.
Don't, Hull!
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Written earlier, as you no doubt can tell. Thanks for reading, Mike.
Wow! I am speechless, such strong lines, Hully.... The emotions are palpable! Well done.
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Thanks, jaylisbeth....a lot of upset and a bit of misunderstanding when you're already at rock-bottom can be devastating.
Strong write, Ms. Hullabaloo. Nice work
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Thanks for giving it a read, Adam.
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