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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2200372
A 20 line poem written for The Writer's Cramp prompt, 9/11/19
Call From Home

I yearn for the land where I should be
And the wind is calling from home,
for in the place where I'm living these days,
it seems I'm forever alone.

There must be a land out there somewhere
in which there's a way I will fit;
I need to get moving and head to this place
or in despair I think I will quit.

The air in this place is so toxic,
relationships seem like a sham;
profit rules over the way that we live,
it's accepted to con and to scam.

I won't need a boat or an airplane
for this call is from galaxies, far;
an interstellar express train
will carry me back to that star.

I yearn for the place that I should be
and the wind is calling from home;
until I can journey back to this place
I'm destined forever to roam.

(20 line poem)

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