I Want To Come Home
I simply can't cope.
I've lost all hope.
Where did it go?
Through the rain and snow
I've walked head high,
And reached to the sky.
Nothing I've not tried,
‘Til the spirit died.
How can I go on?
The cloak to don
Of life and struggle,
And mess and muddle.
My mind is clear,
When Universe is near.
But this earthly tread
Has turned to dread,
Of each new day,
When my head I lay
On pillow at night,
With blinkered sight.
Not like my home
Where I can roam
The Universal Heaven,
Shed this load "unleaven",
And laugh and sing and dance,
Exploring every chance,
With bated breath, wide eyes
That scan, and uttered sighs
With anticipation for the next event,
Which will ever be sent,
Energy not of this world,
And language needing no spoken word.
Can I come home,
Forever to roam,
Those dimensions I know,
Unlike these seeds I sow,
On this earthly plain,
That bring nought but pain?
I need to fly free,
Unfettered to be.
Come and take me home.
I want to come home!
poem by Rosi Caswell
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