Dark Is The Night, Cold Is The Road

From past the dark edge,
a cold road back to safety.
No brakes; little fuel.
Go straight out for home,
full throttle for home.

How to live through that,
unclear as I am
as to the meaning of home?
I go straight for home;
nonetheless, for home.

You can’t go home, fool,
or so the old saying goes,
but I will be trying.
As long as I breathe,
I will aim for home.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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