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don't come home
by Emily Davidsonyour mouth
tense
you think if you look me
in the eye
i won't notice
you're trembling
under your skin
under all that false earnestness
you don't want to be here
to you
i am a prison guard
how can i set you free
when you refuse the open gate?
well fine then
don't come home
if that's even what you call this place 05/06/2011 Posted on 05/06/2011
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/06/11 at 07:43 PM ...a moment "seen" by many of us...if i were a fly on medaughter's wall, i 'magine she knows this poem by heart...great write. oh well. tho' short, this piece is stout with essence of being. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/07/11 at 07:08 AM home is always where the heart is. this ode reinforces that old saying about leading a horse to water but not being able to make him drink. by the same token, as you allude in the fourth stanza, you can lead one to the door but you cant make one exit. |
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