What I don’t (2011)
How is it
I find my self
Short on what I need
When I’ve paid so
For what I don’t
I look around
And all I see
Are fragments of
Fragmented dreams
Parcel wrapped
Absent soul
Empty eyes
Empty home
How is it
I have so much
That means so little
Or not at all
I look around
And all I see
Are pieces of
What’s left of me
Stinking carcass
Shedding skin
What’s left of me
Can’t begin
To find my home
To belong
I wonder what will become
Of the boy I was
And this man I’ve become?
Will he ever find his way home?
Image by J.M.Greff
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