no where to call home

there’s a lot of lonely roads
In this world,
of unabated happiness,
we all seem to
seek,
and dismiss at will,
I guess,
this is just one more,
full of,
dead, useless,
memories,dreams,
carefully, lovingly,
packed in a wooden crate,
stored deep within my soul
for eternity
without hope
is truly the ultimate
sacrifice,
the smell of oranges,
citrus dreams,
clears my mind,
as I sip green tea,
and read my ham on rye,
I look at the gun,
still smoking by my side,
the ghost still lingers,
within my mind,
I walk out of the darkness,
I see the light,
I smile,
I’m happy,
at least for now,
almost alive,
yet still a little dead
inside,
but,
the sun is real,
the sky filled,
with sadness,
the eagle glared
and cried,
its not your time,
the crow lost the ability
to speak,
erratically stumbling,
through a sky of words,
the raven cried,
for he knew,
the beauty was gone,
the heart dead,
the soul lost,
the muse banished,
there’s a lonely road
between me and tomorrow,
but its all ok,
for in the end,
I will write ,
my own songs,
im sure,
you will
tooooooooooooooooooo…………….

no where to call home

Rocky Loder

Joined April 2009

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not sure why but i beleive i wrote it for a friend who lost eight fingers after falling asleep outside because he really had no where to sleep,or maybe just revised it for a friend who has no home………..

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