Born and raised

Far from the place

I would call my comfort

A stranger in my hometown

Visiting from a concrete haven

These streets I memorized

Get harder to walk

On my last stroll

I hope to get lost

And stray from the road

Maybe discover something new

A small redemption

To bring me back once more

But my soles will probably never touch

Anything other than gravel

SWD 05/2017

Updated 12/2019

One Comment Add yours

  1. Greg Vessar says:

    Love this poem. Very stark. Very real.

    Liked by 1 person

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