The clouds are getting darker
The storm is getting close
Darkness overshadows light
And I feel at home
…
The sky is getting red
The roses are all dead
Loud voices in my head
Make me feel at home
…
Happiness is gone
No friend to count on
A devil is born
And I am truly home
Frank Solanki 
This a wonderfully succinct, mysterious, honest and moving poem.
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Familiar roads traversed so often but not a dead end . 🙂
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It is pretty amazing. But totally dark…
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👌👍
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Welcome 😄
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Hi, Frank! I’ve enjoyed your poetry and am nominating you for the Mystery Blogger Award! 🙂 For more information, please see here:
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The devil isn’t your home. He’s a liar! Come to God and He’ll welcome you with arms wide open.
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How intense!
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Pleasure.
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SLAP THE DEVIL AND CALL HIM A LIE
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I’m so sorry all these make you feel at home. Home should be the epitome of love.
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It’s alright. It happens once in a while
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I agree with plainmama, but it happens to some people too…
Job well done, Frank Solanki!
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Remember that the ‘Bible-black night’ to quote Dylan Thomas, was when God set about creating … Will.
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