Apr 5, 2018

Day 5: Connection

Pieces fall into place
Now that you are back here,
Whereas I have spent days
Too empty to feel fear,
Just nothing, lost somewhere
Without a heart or care.

Like the monster who feeds
On the innards of life,
And the shooter who needs
A gun to work his strife,
I was that wayward rogue,
Hidden in a black dog.

I am glad you are here,
Glorious and near and dear,
Though almost blind a seer.

It's been so many years
From so many places,
My ear no longer hears,
And I know things much less,
But I know I am home
When I look at your tomb.

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