Description: this is about returning home after a devastating loss how every image just rushes over you it hurts so bad but still it is a memory so it is somewhat a welcome a lil confussing i know but the feeling is confusing so anyway here it is hope some one can realte
HOME COMING -------------------------------------------
A familiar pain races through me
The door opens with the same unoiled creak
Well known visions illuminate my sickened mind.
The explosion shocks me .
I hadnít excepted it this soon .
I feel the warmth running from my nostrils.
The nauseating smell of vital fluid helps me to fall.
It hurls my spinning head into the past.
I cant make up my mind if the pain is welcome.
hmmm . . . i dunno. the title took me some where else and then the poem sorta pierced me like knife. it was very good. i don't really like my family that much but now i've gotten used to them. but i remeber feeling pretty sick coming home sometimes and having to deal with. now i just love them for who they are. they are great, i suppose. i'm rambling. it really made me feel. it was good.
I like this but I disagree the title did fit the poem. It's very short though, I wish it was longer. But I love the last line. It really hits you, it sort of lets the reader decide the ending and I love that. Good write.