Torrent in my Soul
I feel confusion, such a torrent in my soul.
A sadness at the end of my day, that creeps like dark ooze seeping from my skin.
A voice in my head that keeps saying.
It's time to go home.
But what do I have to go home to.
Everything has changed.
The home I once knew is no longer there.
The places and things that once held magic,
are now nothing but a useless crutch.
In my dreams I see the fields and forests I once walked Through.
In Summer green and gold.
The dream is hollow and empty.
The fields have turned to winters grey.
The forest has lost its green.
A voice in my head that keeps saying.
It's time to go home.
A sadness at the end of my day, that creeps like dark ooze seeping from my skin.
Such a torrent in my soul.
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