The Long Way Home
Before me is the path I dread
It comes full circle, it feels like death
Becomes the better part of me
Dark is this day, no pleasantries
Though drive, this journey becomes a crawl
It breaks again, on knees I fall
Before my father, before my leave
Broken my heart that no one sees
This trek uphill becomes downfall
Nothing to smile about, this pain does maul
The best of me still held unto
The worst attempts to steal this too
In happiness I bathed for a few days
Bringing me peace that melts away
To war where days seem so endless
Alone to deal with harsh distress
Survive again till next becomes
The better me and only one
That must hold to and fast to see
Again to breathe, short lived
my ecstasy
Edwin Flores
Copyright October 31, 2010
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