Kayla Bakken

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The place i call home,
is silent and still,
empty and sad,
with rooms to fill,
...

What once was,
won't be again,
look to tomorrow,
let a new day begin,
...

it's spoors crimson red as it raveges on,
dragging it's limb body behind it,
more spiritually wounded than physically,
hunting for a safe edifice,
...

Leviathan lurking at your feet,
watching, waiting, wanting,

your swimming,
...

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Writing for me has never come easily, but yet I forage onward.)

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A Place I Call Home

The place i call home,
is silent and still,
empty and sad,
with rooms to fill,

The place i call home
is broken and worn,
with walls that are stained,
with a foundation that crumbles,
crumbles in the warm summer rain

The place i call home,
is small and worn,
icelated with no one around,
not by a city or town,

yet here i wait,
i wait for you,
who breaks the silence with a joke,
paints the walls with a coat,
who bring s life to this place once again,
fills the room with flowers and gifts,
i know your not a myth,

this place i call home,
where silence remains,
walls that are stained,
doors that are broke,
with room to fill,
this place were i wait,
and wait just for you.

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