A profound urge to come home.
Some invisible force is making its, presence known.
I must act.
I cannot ignore this any longer,
I fear that if I postpone my journey,
I will be torn apart and discarded.
This entity has taken my sleep,
It continues to take my mind.
This all consuming force,
Will not be my undoing or unwind.
I shall leave at the lonesome hour, Maneuvering through the shadows,
Like a scavenger,
I’ve become lower than the rats,
That play at such late hours.
A perilous journey it may be,
For there is a great distance,
Between me and the sea.
Perseverance will overcome,
By the next full moon,
I’ll be home.