Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Home

by sarah calpin

Home
Tired and cold
I stagger through life
Like a thoughtless zombie
I trudge on
Like a wounded soldier
In this war
Known as life,
Left for dead by my troop
Vultures swarm, circling
Over my head
A bitter taste fills my mouth
The smell of purifying flesh
Numbs my senses,
I stand up and
Walk through
The vast emptiness
That surrounds me
To find
Familiarality
Maybe even
Find my way
Home.


Added: 10.03.2009

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