Justin Chan


Home At Last - Poem by Justin Chan

Going home at last,
After a long, long day.
A day of sweat,
And tears,
Wearing down the spirit,
Weighing down the soul.

Going home at last,
A long week ended,
A week of repetitions,
Mind-numbing work,
No joy or hope,
Just exhaustion.

Going home at last,
Past a month of slavery,
In iron fetters,
Looked on, guarded,
By a masked man,
Whip in hand.

Going home at last,
A year in chains,
Of my past,
All forgotten,
Worn down by the lash,
Spirit dead.

Going home at last,
A life of hell,
At last,
I get rest.
My home?
It's o'er the deep blue sea,
Past the rainbow in the sky,
My home,
I'm going home.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013



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