The homesick ride oceans
of vicious memories,
pulled with a wind
that glides alongside them,
waves turning their longing hearts
into bait for the hunters
of distance to devour,
and the leeches of time
bring a poison of regret
that takes root until landfall
is made, and the
homesick
come home.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
