Back to Kansas

Just a quick poem I wrote while feeling a little lost and quite a bit more disparaged. I know it's short, but I hope you guys like it.

Flounder in the dark,
My friend,
Reach out and grope these walls.
In this vast and empty space,
You will discover barren halls.

Slide your hands across,
My friend,
There are still the hanger's nails.
But nothing grips to steel tacks,
And dust has caked the rails.

Have you figured out,
My friend,
That you're where you should have been?
But listen to the silence now,
The glory now unseen.

Listen close, and hear,
My friend,
As the house falls through the sky.
We're headed back to Kansas, dear,
But only God knows why.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"But listen to the silence now,
The glory now unseen.

Listen close, and hear,
My friend,
As the house falls through the sky."

Listen, observe and learn on the road to your final destination.It is the pleasure of the moments along the way and heeding the signs within and without. An excellent write, sir...:)......

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but as dorothy did, we find our way sooner or later, and it usually isn't to Kansas...but sometimes just to getting back to being ourselves, finding confidence and hopefully love.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Jacob, you are such an incredible reader. You are so intuitive and empathetic, and as always, your reviews are appreciated from the bottom of my heart. Thank you so much for giving my work your time, and for your wonderful words. All the best. =]