Back he gets to his flat
A long day passed
Not a home to where he gets
This place he shan’t last
No soul or belonging there
Nothing that stirs the heart
Just a shell is all he fears
Feeling he does very apart
Like a gaol it feels there
Many rules to follow and obey
A pressure, no freedom to cheer
This shell all work no play
Memories stare at all he sees
across and out of the window
From this he longs to be free
Away he needs to go
Away from the ghosts
that haunts his dreams
To the sea he wants most
the mountains to be free
No wish to die there alone
Undiscovered for days
Much has he to atone
For the past he has betrayed
But the dream lives on
In sleep
In song…
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Oct 20, 2013
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