Homecomeing
By Smeagol
The lone figure approached the dark house His hands shook in his pockets Nervous Unsure Afraid Too long had he stayed away Running from shadows and whispers of the past Tormented Haunted Hunted Now cloaked by darkness and time He has returned to the scene of the crime Questioning Searching Wanting An unbearable need to know the truth Has forced him back to this door Unrelenting Unstopable Unending The most important moment in his life has arived But yet he falters and waits Scared Timid Weak Then the choice is made for him as the house lights come on Flooding him with the white light of memories Understanding Awakening Acceptence We live with ourselvesI am not really sure what this is about, it just kind of came out. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 09:17 AM PST 0 • 10
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