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My Home, My Calling

Grave site calls to me,
Sleeping auras of those long passed.
I look around to see his face,
Only to find that he’s not here.

This is my home,
This is my calling.
Where are you,
In the midst of all this?

Body can only drift
For only a short time,
In the spells that
People call ‘love’.

This is my home,
This is my calling.
Where are you,
In the midst of all this?

Screaming, bleeding,
Dying
To know where he is
And why he left me.

This is my home,
This is my calling.
Where are you,
In the midst of all this?

And so, I wait
To know the truth.
He’s not coming back
I hear them whispering in my ear.

Reader Comments

Name: Dad	Email: bcliff8285@aol.com
Comment: Great Job
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Comment: ¬¬ Not fair! >>
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Name: Brooke	Email: Unlisted
Comment: Heh, and wow. As I look back to read this, I'm thinking that this is SERIOUSLY depressing. But how this poem got here is even more depressing. I took a class in school, Expository Writing. As our final assignment, each person wrote their name and their favorite sytle of poetry (^^). I, unfortunately, got the only form of poem that I had NO experience in-- Songs. So, we were SUPPOSED to write this 'poem' to the person, but I said, "Forget that. Why bother? I don't even LIKE this guy." Then there was this picture I was drawing, (I draw Anime/Manga. nn) of a ballerina dancing on tombstones with a wilted flower in her hand, and a depressed face. When I was writing the song, I kept thinking of that picture, and so.. This came out. And that's how this poem was born. (^^;) You REALLY didn't need to know that, did you? Oh well.
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