Coming Home

Sometimes i think about what it would be like to die. This is something i came up with.

A long and uneven road

Made of pavement old and cracked

It’s a long and lonely road

Traveling it with sadness with which you are wracked

No problem people in sight

Fully truly alone

Paved with broken dreams and lost hopes

One of your sons is coming home

At the end is an endless horizon

Of murky black water

As you reach the shore of this other world

You slowly begin to falter

The waters are choppy

Shrouded in myst

The faces of sorrow and suffering

Keep watch over a rundown skiff

One of your sons is coming home

Pay your coin of silver

Don’t leave me out here alone

Step on board

The ship for you alone

The sea traveled by cancer patients and soldiers

One of your sons is coming home

You step on board

Filled with hollow melancholy

This is the last stop on this otherworldly shore

You’ll never see these sands where you stood solitary

Pay your boarding fee

Watch as the oars start to row

To the county down

To where you reap what you sow

And your soul is weighted against a golden pound

A melancholy maiden

On a ship bobbing in the sea

Made by the tears of the damned

Of avarice and greed

You realize it’s true

When you die, you die alone

On the seas ridden by only the dead

One of your sons is coming home