Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Poem: "Homecoming"

The agony of the grave
Has descended upon me,
The malaise of misspent life
Gnaws at my soul.
I returned to my hometown
Seeking my adolescent love.
But I found she now possessed a small-town mind,
And a small-town heart to match.
So I stand on my roof
Watching my dreams crash down as shooting stars.

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The irony is that all the people I cared about in middle school, high school, or college are still pretty legit people. If anything, I'm the one with a small-town heart. My horizons are pretty much limited to my apartment walls, and I'm okay with that. Most of the time. My dreams have dwindled.