i don't belong here - 12 december 2002
blow out your candle,
stop watching the road.
i told you before
this place is not my home.
i see you watching from the window
i know you're on the porch at night.
why can't you understand
this is your home and not mine?
so wipe away your tears
and stop your midnight prayers.
i'm gone and not returning
because i don't belong here.
stop watching the road.
i told you before
this place is not my home.
i see you watching from the window
i know you're on the porch at night.
why can't you understand
this is your home and not mine?
so wipe away your tears
and stop your midnight prayers.
i'm gone and not returning
because i don't belong here.
posted by scøüpe at 10:13 PM
2 Comments:
i really like all of the poems, heart-wrenching as they are, but this one seems to embrace a new tone. i hope life is getting better and that the new year brings you great joy, emotional healing and spiritual rejuvenation . . . love/dad
actually, most of the poetry i've relayed here is from sometime in the past -- for instance, this one is from three years ago. i decided to share some of the more recent ones to reflect the past few months and my reactions to them. this one, however, was written during the first year of my relationship with térèsa. i wasn't always so sure of our being together. i guess in some ways i was right to be unsure...
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