Today I reign high, <br />In the kingdom- <br />Of somebody’s broken cradle; <br />Of somebody’s dead corpse. <br /> <br />these all you might have presumed <br /> <br />Dawn till dusk, <br />Wait for your homecoming; <br /> <br />Thousands of dream, <br />For you woven; <br /> <br />Thousands of days, <br />For you awaken. <br /> <br />Wrinkled hands folden; <br />Thousands of times Prayed, <br /> <br />To which Land you go? <br />Untouched relation, <br />sown <br /> <br />Heavy and hardened, <br />Weights of pain; <br />Walls heightened. <br />Darkened- <br />Here in home, <br />Waiting… <br /> <br />Burnt sagging hands, <br />Melting candle; <br />frozen <br /> <br />Come home.<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-home-7/
