HOME SWEET HOME

In a fleeting instance; fading, distant

Memories were made

to evade my existence.

Did you ever meet me?

Recognize my name?

Given life, I was born,

Labelled at morn

By the being that faltered my fame.

Shame on the blame I was bred to believe. Relieve myself from the pain she conceived.

I beckoned the reckoning so beauty could breathe.

My mouth adorns a mournful grin

While silenced behind a child like chin. Now I gasp in the past

Whispers moan from my tomb

As the stagnant air

I dare share Is exhumed.

For a forlorn fable

Foretold in fools gold

Will fall from the black

Inked by feathers I fold.

My mere memories lay

​​​​​​here to rest in the cold.

Deceased in the crease

of white paper you hold.

My bitterness; sweet

Were the words I was told.

'Home Sweet Home'

Where I'm never alone.

Carey Milton