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So Close
Will I ever return home?
The portraits on the walls were frayed,
Now they're replaced with writings
That I cannot erase. I've been getting close,
Closing in on the edge, on the verge
Of vertigo, narrowing on the ground below
What use is a prayer to the man above,
When the chants of where I'm headed
Are falling on deaf ears?
© William Robert Death
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers
The portraits on the walls were frayed,
Now they're replaced with writings
That I cannot erase. I've been getting close,
Closing in on the edge, on the verge
Of vertigo, narrowing on the ground below
What use is a prayer to the man above,
When the chants of where I'm headed
Are falling on deaf ears?
© William Robert Death
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers
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