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by Benny Shlesinger 8 months ago in sad poetry
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Lessons learned do not rebuild bridges burned

Photo by Michael Krahn on Unsplash

What is Home when I’ve roamed so far from the land I’ve come from?

They say each man’s an island

I’ve been trying to find it

You’ve been trying to bring your brother Home


Your lighthouse must glow, no grow to a raging beacon of fire


Until your last breath leaves you, burn your demons atop a blazing pyre

Do this for me

A favor to a sailor

Gone far from Home

The redemption of a failure

For I am sailing horrid seas

Sails are cracking, waves are smacking against the hull - it creaks

Violent winds scratch my face and I search on a horizon unknown

Pray, I pray, that you may light a torch or candle or something to show me the way Home

Clouds abate and the storm dissipates

Not a lighthouse within sight to guide me back

Yet a night sky littered with stars still waits

And lets me read its map

At last, the Prodigal Son returns

I’ve come to show off the scars I’ve earned

You tell me all my lessons learned

Could never build back all the bridges I’ve burned

For you asked me never to leave again

And yet I did, I thought to repent

Now you’ve left as I had gone to roam

From the house we'd built, the gardens we'd sown.

My footsteps crunch on lonesome sands

I walk the beach that once we strolled

Would that I could now change the past

You're now out of reach, my soul, my Home.

sad poetry

About the author

Benny Shlesinger

Amateur philosopher, avid keyboard pitter-patterer

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