A Home to my Soul

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  • Jayandben
  • Chillin' and writin'...living the life ^.^

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This is about feeling terribly alone and spiritually/emotionally lost: about finally realizing that you aren't alone.

A Home to my Soul

There's no way
To describe
Such a desolate place
Where my soul resides
Oh so hollow
So cold and alone
There is this dreadful void
When you walk away
And tears fall from my sky
Fall like acid rain
On this barren land
That we call "home"
But where do we hide
Where do we run
When this pain we feel
Is on the inside
Buried deep within
Such a lonely soul
Nowhere left to turn
Or tears left to cry
No bridges left to burn
Or hearts to break
It's safe now
For everyone else
'Cause they're better off
Without anymore pain
We find so many faults
In our own eyes
Somehow bringing everyone else
Standing around us
So low
So far beneath
In the end
After the things we love
Are destroyed in our wake
Crushed in our grasp
All we want
All we need
Is to be loved
Sick and tired of trying
We wish the effort returned
So all of us
That find ourselves alone
Hanging in the moment
We are unmistakably together

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BringMeBullets commented on A Home to my Soul

11-06-2009

"We are unmistakably together." This is another great poem. I like that in the beginning you started off alone, but in the end, they are all together. :)

Jayandben

11/11/2009

That's how most things work out, right? We always start off alone in some way or another, but we always end up with all we need surrounding us, if it may not always be all we want.

graceladymn commented on A Home to my Soul

08-24-2009

The sight of a room in the photo open to receiving inspires the reader to see that the melody of words is leading the writer to himself where all others dwell and it gladens to the heart to know that though the page is turned at the corner there are volumes singing in the corners of the rooms that once felt vacant. Lovely piece of observation.

Jayandben

08/24/2009

I'm glad you understand :) Thank you for your comment

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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