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Chris Balase
Poems
Apr 2020
Hiraeth
I entered the house
Coming from school
I am the eldest of four
A child, inexperienced, a fool.
I turned to see
my parents in glee
We've grown as teenagers
Young and bold were we...
Then I saw the sun
As years fly by
My son in my arms
Hushing his cry
Now the noon fades
As minutes become years
As my home becomes a wreck
Flooded with tears
I searched and had found
The embrace from another
But she too has left
Crushing me under.
Oh home that I dream
Oh home that I hope
Is one I cannot reach
And a future I cannot cope.
Written by
Chris Balase
37/M/NoWhere
(37/M/NoWhere)
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