Darren Harris

Rookie - 20 Points (30/06/1961 / Leeds, england)

This Is Home - Poem by Darren Harris

As the sky starts to darken,
And night starts to fall,
Its then I then hear the voices,
As they start to call,
Voices so eerie,
They play with my mind,
As I look all around me,
They’re not hard to find,
I look around the graveyard,
At all the shadows about,
Just floating around the gravestones,
They don’t argue or shout,
I stand and I stare,
As through my body they pass,
They’re all around me,
Like a solid black mass,
But they never hurt me,
Their gentle and kind,
This is my real family,
The real family in my mind,
As I twist and I turn,
I don’t feel alone,
No need to be afraid,
This is my place, this is home…

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

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