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"Home" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on October 18, 2014


Had to push you away

Had to say goodbye

Had to prove I can live without you

Now, I know that was just a lie

A soft whisper of deception, rolled from off my tongue

Now we don't talk anymore, I ask myself, what is it that I have done

Looking the gift horse and sending it on its way

To say no more to something you love, with still so very much to say

Ashamed, I shunned you, go away, I gave you my back

Your light shining over my shoulder, fading away from me, I forced myself to adapt

To the darkness, the absence of your light, had to prove I have no fear

Peeling your love off my skin, over the edge, watching you float, bon voyage, farewell my love, farewell my dear

Find your way without me, can't you make it on your own?

In learning to live without you, the truth is, 'twas I couldn't make it all alone

Tis I, now, waiting.....

A deformed creature who lives up in the hills, looking down into the sea

All the pretty creatures lost in the blue abyss, I see you all staring up at me

Wondering, what is he waiting for, why is he so high up there living all alone?

I stay up here as a beacon, a light; so that light can find me, for then I twist and refract it, so in that the light can be shone

Down unto you, from high up on my hill, I sit here waiting, to find something special in me

I see you swimming around with all the other fish, hopelessly drowning, drifting, it's all of us out to see

Me, the one, the crazy bastard who put himself in prison for a chance to get a good look at you

It's me who sits here awaiting your arrival, twiddling my thumbs, with nothing else left to do

Awaiting your kiss, your lightning, your passion, your glory, your grace

The spirit traveling to me, fueled by experience, power, rushing through time and space

The journey; the stories, the experiences, in me you see a vessel fit for truth

Inspiration flows, a river from my soul, my flesh upon the banks, tis where I leave you proof

Rather a trail, a path, a set of clues to set your mind, your body, your soul, free

A fresh white set of wings, for you my angel, so that you can fly on up to me

Greetings, my love, from high upon my hill, upon my face a warm smile spreads my lips far and wide

I acquiesce to your energy, to your energy I am grateful, to your energy I subside

Falling down upon my knees, tears flowing, this river raging from all the pain that it's ever known

Erosion, creating a new path back unto me, I can feel you coming home


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you both, Ryem and Minnetonka, I truly appreciate the visit and the kind words.


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      Linda Rogers 3 years ago from Minnesota

      This poem just oozes with the pain of losing love. I like the story feel of this beautiful poem. It really pulls at the heart and brings one back to a love and loss. Well done Eric :-)

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      Ryem 3 years ago from Maryland

      I've definitely felt this way, Eric. You nailed the emotions perfectly.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you very much Jodah, you are my sounding board, I don't have too much feedback or outlets, so I always look forward to what you have to say.


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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      What an amazing , deep, and beautiful poem Eric. +Up.