uploaded Dec. 3, 2016.
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Going "Home"
By Timothy J. Muise
They say I am going home,
but I have no home,
anything close to that
has long disappeared.
After many long years
it is time to leave,
leave the madness of
a world you would not believe.
Where do I go? And how?
What do I do? And why?
Questions seem to hold
a horrible unknown.
Time waits for none
powerful words to me now.
Soft beds and tasty food
I have not known of late.
Help me if you can
I fear this unknown.
Guide me if you will
I am at your mercy.
Iron Slab
By Timothy J. Muise
18 years on an iron slab
dull pain permeates my heart.
18 years seeking any comfort
my life truly torn apart.
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Replies (19)
Your words are powerful. The simplicity and directness of your poem "Iron Slab" hit me right in the heart.
Thank you for sharing.
Jo
Thank you so much for sharing these. Thinking of your first poem, "Going 'Home'" in particular. It reminded me of the saying "home is not a place" - we can create home anywhere. It's the responsibility of those who are not incarcerated to create a home that will be waiting for you when you leave - a world that is welcoming and non-judgmental and wants to give you the things you need to succeed. I will do everything I can to make sure that world is waiting for you. In the meantime, please keep writing!
Adina
Allison
I'm interested in writing a blog that will include Going "Home," and Iron Slab to give my readers the benefit of the well-expressed feelings that your words evoke.
May I have persmission to reprint both your works?
Thank you, and best wishes for a safe and productive re-entry.
Mark Roseman
324 S Eagle Nest LN
Danville, CA 94506
Sue
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