Coming Home

• Posted by: Bryn Montgomery
• Created: December 17, 2014
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As the mind wanders and night rises
I find myself uneasy
A string of perpetual sorrow
Reveling in past glory and misery
As if my present life
Belongs to the ceiling and the walls
Of the room I once explored
Love and life as a teenager
What simple treasures long past
And yet I hold tight
When the silky cloud of my past
Seeps and dwells beneath my skin
Red bumps and stress rise
Lacking release and a strong mind
For which I feel chained and unbroken
Treading the rain that resembles all I have left and forgotten.
 

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