Prodigal Poem read with southern American accent
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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There's this flesh. I get often a fever dream or a vision of sorts. Most times late at night. I haven't found out why, but I know exactly why on this road and I hear gravel underneath me. I feel it too. I don't know where I am but I know exactly where I am. It's dark, it's really dark. The car is warm but somehow I can feel how cold the night is. I don't know where the road leads but I know exactly where it ends. You see, I keep driving and all I see for the longest while is my headlights or eternity it seems and everything is desolate and empty. Nothing and hopeless. I'm lost. I don't know where I'm going. I'm safe. I'm warm, I'm driving and I see this small light, the dim one run brighter and bigger and closer and stronger. The closer I get, the more I see I make out a house with lights stream across it, porch and cars, some frosted windshields that haven't been touched for hours. I hear a song in its faint and I can't make out the name but I know every word I feel my feet first and it's cold and they're crunching. That's the sound of driveways and the wind takes my breath with it. Then I walk up to this door and I knock, even though I feel like I don't have to, I don't know where I am, but I know exactly where I am. This crack of light widens on this porch underneath me as his door opens this gray haired man with the brightest smile. I don't know who he is, but I know him so well. And behind him, the warmest home I'd ever seen. It's orange and comfortable. There's fire in his bow lid. He says, where have you been waiting on you all night? We've missed you. He says that the kindest smirk I've seen in so long and he tapers off the sentence with the happiest laughter a man can make. He grabs me on the forearms, pulls tightly into the biggest bear hug you've ever seen. And there's people and they're happy and they're content for one. I don't know who they are, but I know exactly who they are and we're all standing and I'm laughing at a joke. I'll never hear again. I don't know where I am but I know exactly where I am. Then he grabs my finger and he slides a ring on it, throws a coat around my back. He found shoes and he puts them on my feet. I don't know why, but he calls for the fattest steak to be put on my plate. It's laughter and grand and no tomorrow to win. And I don't know where I am but I know exactly where I am. I feel like I don't deserve it, but he calls me his son. I was lost. Now I've been found again. I am home.