Darcy Charles Inwood


Alone And Pailing - Poem by Darcy Charles Inwood

My feet doth left my burrow,
Forced upon myself,
And tears streamed down upon my face.

Of home I left,
And realised,
It was not at heart,
But at the heart of others,
Because what is home without others.

A man and walls?
And as I sit alone I reflect,
Alone and paling,
Loitering,
This is where you find me,
Miserable.

Time hath passed,
And upon my return,
I am not the same,
They are not the same.

The darkness is stronger,
Not in the walls,
But in them.

Their is no warm welcome,
Their is no return,
For I am destined to wonder,
Alone and paling,
Cruel hand of fate.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 6, 2014


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