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The Prodigal (Everyone goes through this)
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The Prodigal (Everyone goes through this) |
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Assassin_of_Verse Member
since 2007-10-23
Posts 330that So Cal |
The Prodigal What defines the homeless? What seperates the lost? Dirty socks, muddy shoes, clothes with less cloth than holes? Though I fit the above snugly, I have a home. I am not homeless. But I am too far to call it home. I am the son, whose father waits for in the doorway, waiting in the snow, watching through the rain. I am the child, watching the lonely man sitting on the bench, waiting through the pain. Every road may lead to home, but my paths lead away. I can't turn back, for fear of what I'd face. I can't be forgiven, I don't deserve that grace. |
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RenaissanceRomanceRunsRed Senior Member
since 2007-06-11
Posts 1062In Love <3 |
Wow andrew, i couldn't say i knew how this felt a month ago, but i know how this feels today. it's hard to go back, but you're being harder on yourself than anyone else will ever be, you ca n turn back- and frankly- that's the hardest part. -Kate and in the daylight i miss the nightmare- but deathly fear it in the dark of night |
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Clockwork_Orange Senior Member
since 2007-03-23
Posts 620Space Camp, IN |
very nice. i liked this peice alot. the father in the doorway watching through the rain was very clever. |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
great poem Andrew Krysti |
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