Going home

By midnights voice

Going home

Life is more than brick and motar
life resides
Inside the structure

Every house has it's bones
Broken by time
and then they're gone

You can feel the past that's speaking
The laughter , chatter
and the weeping

Everyone says to you do not go
There is nothing there
But the pain you know

Oh , the moments that were made
When they placed your body
in the grave

Now the birds sing and play
The new blue sky
takes my breath away

Still I am saddened
The loss immense
Even gone the picket fence

Every house that once was home
Made of brick , motar
wood or stone

Becomes a cenotaph to the memories made
To their past that's missing
And to those who stayed

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Copyright 2018 midnights voice
Published on Saturday, February 10, 2018.     Filed under: "Graphic Art"
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  • Poetic-Realm On Saturday, February 17, 2018, Poetic-Realm (220)By person wrote:

    Theres a little special universe in every home isn't there?

  • midnights voice On Saturday, February 17, 2018, midnights voice (988)By person wrote:

    Yes ! What separates a home from a building are the people and also the the residue life force that still remains .

  • Kaiser Black On Monday, February 12, 2018, Kaiser Black (1607)By person wrote:

    Home will always be home no matter how much pain took place there. This I can relate to. Well written MV.

  • midnights voice On Monday, February 12, 2018, midnights voice (988)By person wrote:

    Thank you Kaiser Black for reading .

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