" Homecoming"

a special dedication to Julie...

I sit and watch the Ocean

as tears roll down my face

longing for an emotion

to fill the empty space

.

I smell the stench of seaweed

rotting along the shores

drinking the last of my mead

that sells in all the stores

.

The waves begin to beckon,

my soul wanting to quit

the angry life that's broken

a simple, mindless twit

.

The water envelops all of

the hate, the pain, the fear

my lungs fill up with all of

an Ocean that's so dear

.

I see my life is ending

and no one really cares

I question why I'm lending

the Ocean all my bears

.

I can't believe the Reaper

has come for me so quick

and I can delve no deeper

the thought is just too thick

.

My mind begins to wander

my life is fading fast

the thought I cannot ponder

I sink into the past

.

The Ocean is my Father

the one I never had

and I will fall no farther

'cause I'm no longer sad

.

by,

Jamie Hartman

Copyright 1996