Patrick Wescott

Rookie (10/01/1970 / Webster, New Hampshire)

Rebirth (1994r) - Poem by Patrick Wescott

The hour of my return is at hand.
Time to end my exile,
and return for judgement.
I fled here for safety,
to end my death.
To start a new life
to find me a wife.
But dreams turned to ashes,
a bitter taste in my mouth.
I've realised I was wrong,
this is not my path.
Not here,
Not now.
I want to return
to golden years,
and crimson tears.
I want to be real.
It is time for my rebirth.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 14, 2005

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