Home, how long has it been,
Since I’ve smiled and felt safe,
Since I’ve felt your lips?
Since I had taste,
Of what it means,
To live like you’re in a movie scene.
Home, it’s been too long,
And I’m deaf to her song.
Immortal and living in this prison,
Feels like I’m seeing life through another prism,
And all the colors seem to be filtered through the night.
Or maybe I’ve just lost sight,
Lost my way as a knight,
Just an arcane soul,
Grasping at ghost I can never hold.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

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