That Place

That Place

A Poem by Brigg Aries

This is for anyone who misses their home.

I woke up in the morning
no view of the sun shinning
no warmth is felt in my room
but I see myself dwelling in gloom

I thought of the place where i used to be
so far away from this high sea
The place where lived the memories of my own
the place in which I call home

There's when I wake up in the morning
I can see the sun brightly shinning
at the window are beams of light
touching the floor with heaven's bright

A place where warm winds blow
carries the sound of the river's flow
with the smell of the new morn hay
towed by oxen across the valley

A place where life is old
the place where I was mold
the place where my life began
and where I want to stay when it's done

The place where everything seems right
the place where I dream of every night
Yet I wake up with this reality
That I'm still on my voyage across the sea

Now living the decisions I once made
and hurdling the path of my fate
still I believe in the end, a day would come
When I'll come back to my beloved home.

© 2017 Brigg Aries

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As I read this poem it brought flash backs to when I was home, I constantly think of that place. Thank you for this.

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Added on August 10, 2017
Last Updated on September 19, 2017


Brigg Aries
Brigg Aries


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