Away From Home -Michael Erickson

Gone are the grasses so lush and green.

Their roots dive deep searching far below.

As flaking gold letting each tree go.

I leave this place with soul disheartened.

Whispering Autumn speaking in an ear.

Rustle heartstrings beneath falling tears.

I long for home.

Now surrounded by this shifting grief.

I dare not go but know I can never stay.

Even change cannot stop this perpetual decay.

Please, please take me away.


Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

 

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