Tag Archives: Sorrow

Coming Home

I’m coming home.
My path has been so long
and my soul is so worn
I can barely feel the ground beneath my feet.
The sickness I feel is only matched
by the loneliness that never leaves
and the constant pain every day.
Time to lay this body down
and fly…

© 2016 Stephen Boothe 



Now in May
the eve of one long year
of barren triumph
and slowly drying stain,
a sorrow cries inside
and the tears of it are wet.

© 1999 Stephen Boothe


This is an older piece I wrote during a difficult time which I had intended to expand into a longer work but never got back to it. I have decided I like it as is.

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