I took the long road home,
but when i got back i realized that i had nowhere to go
Somewhere over the horizon where the sun sets,
i left my heart in a field of stones
The flames lick my skin
and singe my weary soul
But still i take the long road home
I don't know where I am going
or if there is an end to the road
past the banks where the sirens sing
the memories of our stories untold
Through the fires and the seas of ash
I grow tired of sifting through the black
i hold my mistakes to my heart
as they are mine to atone
this heat it burns my bones
but i still walk the desert alone
Past these ruins of cities of gold
the unmarked graves of souls we have sold
I am nobodies poet and i am surely no hero
I only keep walking in hope to find my home
My blood it seeps as i march on
I thought that i had known
Where i was going and the places that i belong
but as i march further it seems like it was untrue all along
I searched over the horizons and the seas of ash
the deserts of agony and the forests of black
marched on as the sky was stained red
To await my meeting with death.
I took the long road home
but when i got back, broken and battered, I realized
That i had nowhere to go.
~ Lilith Stjorm 2019
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