Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

The Homecoming Part 2* - Poem by Jim Milks

Home, home at last
Here the days are filled with anxiety and worry
The feeling that there is something coming
Something just beyond his grasp

The nights, oh the nights
Where his dreams are haunted by
The faces of friends and foes
Like Billy, Bobby, and Brooklyn Joe

Lost and confused,
not sure where he truly does belong
Is he the dreamer or the dream,
the singer or the song?

He tries to tell the stories of the things he has seen
People listen, but he can see it in their eyes
That they only pretend to sympathize
So he keeps it all inside

I have removed the voting from this poem. It occurred to me that this is the first poem series that I have written not for someone else, not for an audience but solely for myself I wrote this as a kind of catharsis for my soul. The style of this poem is rather raw as is the feelings behind it. If you are a veteran, or have love ones that are I think you will understand. If you are not, or do not then it might just seem like a mediocre raw poem. Anyway, I hope that you read and enjoy it.


*please refer to the homecoming part 1

JPM 4/8/2008


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 9, 2008


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