Almost Home ~ A Love Ballad
by
Lyle Berry
(Age: 61)
copyright 08-03-2004
Age Rating: 13 to 127
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Almost Home
I spilled my coffee, as I lost control,
Reflecting back on all those yesterdays.
You were my heart, my core, my very soul;
Down on my knees Lord, I began to pray.
I know it’s wrong for me to take my life,
But I can’t go on - can’t keep pretending.
Nothing on earth can take your place, dear wife
And this dark pain is never ending.
I was almost Home;
Almost tasting teary kisses,
Almost believin’ I’d no longer be,
A friendless fool who reminisces.
I was almost Home;
Almost holding you forever,
Almost rescued from the mis-er-y,
Of all those voices whisp’ring “Never.”
I’ll squeeze the trigger and escape for now;
I know another’s there to take my place.
And you don’t need me with you anyhow;
Prob’ly forgotten this old, silly face.
But, I was almost Home;
Almost tasting teary kisses,
Almost believin’ I’d no longer be,
A friendless fool who reminisces.
I was almost Home;
Almost holding you forever,
Almost rescued from the mis-er-y,
Of all those voices whisp’ring “Never.”
I was almost Home;
Almost in Heaven in your loving arms.
Where I'd dreamed that I was meant to be,
And there was meaning in your subtle charms.
I was almost Home;
Almost escaped from being all alone,
Almost convinced you truly loved me,
That this tired gypsy must no longer roam….
I was almost Home.
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Wow, this is so sad. To love someone so deeply, so completely, that when that person is gone, you have nothing left to live for. I felt that at one time, and thankfully, I got over that feeling. I now am married to the love of my life. Everything happens for a reason, you just have to hold out until you find it. Thanks! :)
BJ
Lyle,
A heartfelt ballad, sung with tears, and yearning that screams out in your words.The repetition of verses strengthens the flow, and pulls the reader along the turbulent emotions you portray. So good, so sad....this piece touched me.
When the fingers fold into one another, when the mind escapes to a place where there is only silence, tehn I remember I am just a traveler, bound to a single path, no chose I must walk, it is how I will walk taht determines my welecome home. You are truly a great writer, but you already know this.. Walt
Again Lyle a masterpience, of the reality of a love, or say presumed love and comittment...The devastion of this reality you have lived;0comes across with vengence and regret, yet makes me sympathetic with your feelings. You speak of the
trauma of such a fickle part of everyone's life, most whom simply accept the devestation, yet we as writers can ventilate out true feelings, and thus partial closure, yet the essence of our hope is that yet if only one, as in Christianity can be saved from the agony we experienced, your penmanship was not in vain.
Welcome !
