#poem
Abandoned Homestead
I’ve found my way back
into the old homestead
in which I was born.
This rough little cabin
was not what I wanted it to be.
I don’t remember when I left.
Roaming the old rooms,
I recognize furnishings--
sensuality, lust for life, hope.
I am glad my heart
has returned to its senses.
In spite of my disregard,
my leaving, I am still
welcome here without condition
Grateful tears tumble
because I am back
before the walls crumble.
MikeDLesh
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2024-07-07 18:41:06
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