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Homesick

written by: A.S. Charly

 

Life is beautiful...
but today I can’t see.
I’m so tired,
tired of worrying,
about things that might never be.
Tired of all the responsibilities,
that are my own.
Tired of the past,
so many memories,
I don’t dare to mention.
Tired of remembering,
all the mistakes I’ve made.
I wish I could tell,
share my pain.
I long for someone,
to understand,
to feel, I’m not the only one,
not alone.
So tired of life,
so far away,
everything I miss,
out of reach.
I’m all alone,
and I miss my home.

A.S. Charly

A.S. Charly

A.S. Charly loves to lose herself in fantastical worlds far away between the stars, filled with magic and wonder. When her head is not stuck in the clouds, she writes and draws. Her work has been published in various anthologies and online publications. Some of her most recent publishers include Black Hare Press, Blood Song Books, CafeLit, Clarendon House Publications, Dragon Soul Press, Friday Flash Fiction, Insignia Stories, Iron Faerie Publishing, Reanimated Writers, Spillwords, Stormy Island Publishing and Zombie Pirate Publishing.
A.S. Charly

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