The way back home: pt. 1

Real words bleed when you feel

The run of a thousand horses on on open field

The hailstorm on a busy day in a crowded town

The fall of a thirsty eagle to the ground

The pain of a death

The stench of the dead

The thoughts of the departed

The violence of silence

Darkening of the roads

Lost & forgotten

The way back home

Real people hurt when they kill

A thought, a smile

A wish, a kiss

The song heard but not felt

The letters written but not sent

The gifts bought but not kept

The silence of the words unsaid

As time crawls past you

& the journey feels shortened

Memories fade

Of the forgotten

& the empty roads

A reminder

Of the way back home

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