Stupid mind, stupid heart.
I forget and forget again
That home does not exist.
A small yellow leaf drifts to the ground.
Rain patters on the roof.
I begin to bang my head
On hope’s hard concrete wall.
Is this it? This is it! Home now? Home!
Stop it, I say, stop it right now!
The wall, long dappled with red,
Has been stained by bloody foolish tears.
I’m tired, too tired to go through this again.
Rest for an hour, ignorant self.
I’m not staying here for long.
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