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Letdown
My home is but a short way off,
I see it through the trees.
The branches knock upon a pane,
driven by the breeze
So I am driven also,
To ring my doorstep bell.
I longingly anticipate
To know my family's well.
While running through the darkness
I tripped upon a stone.
My hands and face are cut;
I'm so eager to get home.
I reached my door exhausted,
The clock is striking four.
I need to cross my threshold
But to sleep upon the floor.
My wife must now be dressing
As I rap upon the door
She'll answer gladly grinning,
Not knowing what's in store.
She opens without checking,
We meet with warm embrace.
My visage reveals the pain I've felt,
The joy drains from her face.
She shuts the door so slowly,
As though I cannot see
That she is leaving me outside
To sleep beside a tree.
The world appears so lonely,
I have no resting place;
I have no friend to help me
Swallow sorrow's bitter taste.
I go from door to door
Awaiting welcome's sight
Candles with no warmth
Fill empty houses in the night.
Who will take me home?
The night does not dismiss.
Will I let myself be helped,
Or drown in this abyss.
And the relentless sky
Begins to rain.
