Home Calling

by Baby Rainbow   Mar 6, 2013


I can feel it inside
as the time creeps nearer
when I must say goodbye.

My home is calling;
I mustn't ignore the light
that is shining down for me.

It will break my heart
to say goodbye,
to let go of your hand.

But darkness has defeated me
because I was weak enough
to let it win.

My heart is beating slower
as it loses the fading pulse
which keeps my body alive.

I can hear my home
whispering for me,
offering me release.

And before I die,
my heart will break
when it beats its last goodbye.

Saffie
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2/2/13

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  • 11 years ago

    by Masked metaphor

    I agree with Darren, the flow of this poem is nice it is smooth and easy to flow. It gripped me from the first to the last line.
    The meaning of this poem so deep and strong with underlying messages that seep from the heart and soul.
    Through your creative composition I can feel the loss, sadness and the repetitive feeling of not wanting to say goodbye. This I can relate very well to! It's a hard word to say when the time comes to say it.
    Truly a great read :)

    5.5 from me

  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Flows really nice, I was pondering what a 'poem' actually was, I have read (and have written) many rambles, but are they really poetry?
    This is, without any doubt, it is sad but there is hope throughout, to call the next place 'home' shows that your person has accepted their fate and there is no sign of them being scared. This is evident in the use of the word 'release.' Which helps with the whole underlying sense of relief.
    Nice write.

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