“Backtracking home”

• Deep was the world with abyss dark
Where light not even dared to spark
Along the currents dragged along was I
Making my glistening eyes cry

• Long lost this wanderer was alone
In the treacherous forests on his own
In search for a cottage to dwell for the night
But alas no shanty hut was at sight

• A heart could be in need to stay
From the dangers of predators away
But long away from home lost was I
Helpless homeless strayed was I

• There no place was as sweet as home
Where safe and sound once I did roam
But would they welcome me back said I
Yet again why not backtrack home and try

• In the house of poetry I knock at the door
To my home where I dwelled before
Amongst the rhymes and lines of poets dear
From the heart of life so near

• Home sweet Home once again
My heart sworn and in strain
Would you accept this wounded poet said I
They embraced me and into tears burst I

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