I’m sitting still in memory,
The only place I roam.
The long gone years are passing me
In this hidden home.
I see regrets just pass me by,
For here I am like stone.
It’s been awhile since I’ve cried,
In my hidden home.
I see you stand in my memory,
The only place you roam.
The long gone years laugh and flee,
In this hidden home.
A contest entry
- Pre writes galore! by Lady Michaella.
850 points, ended July 16, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really enjoyed reading this! It was slightly repetitive with the 'In this hidden home' and 'Roam' was there a lot, but still it was a really good poem. Thanks for entering! -
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