Home

You want me to go back home
What is home?
For you
For me
it’s where my heart is
Not where my heart is
buried under the ground
of your monarchy
You want me to go back home
Not because you love me
but because you feel alone
Not because you want me there
but because you hear the whispers
Which tell you
you shouldn’t have done
all the things you had done
You want me to go home
where the walls echo
how rotten you really are
Was it home?

© W. Donovan

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