HIRAETH

Holly
Write Under the Moon
Apr 22, 2021

Looking out the window; unfamiliarity
Stuck in a place, nothing is felt for
A purgatory of landscapes to know what else is out there

A feeling overwhelms the body and mind
A sickness
A hopelessness
Who and where you are now is not what is needed

The lapping of the ocean waves, or the lull of a lake against a rocky shore

A need for what is miles away

Thoughts polluting the mind of what used to be
what can be
But when

When can home be home again

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