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it caught up with me yesterday:
everything I miss
smells and sounds, remembered bliss;
my favourite foods and local beer
I yearn for it, now it’s not here

my friends and family:
who would guess?
without them everything’s a mess;
an aching deep within my heart
the longer we’re so far apart


things are not the same:
so distant, I don’t feel whole
this melancholy of the soul;
for so long I yearned to roam
now I can’t wait to go back home.


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Homesick
Date: Friday, 5th July 2013 @ 09:35:44 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: spike



it caught up with me yesterday:
everything I miss
smells and sounds, remembered bliss;
my favourite foods and local beer
I yearn for it, now it’s not here

my friends and family:
who would guess?
without them everything’s a mess;
an aching deep within my heart
the longer we’re so far apart


things are not the same:
so distant, I don’t feel whole
this melancholy of the soul;
for so long I yearned to roam
now I can’t wait to go back home.




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