Homeless

Open eyes, these white walls are my prison and I'm getting tired

The scriptures behind my eyelids speak of murder 

With my heart like a dagger slowly loving you to death, completely taking your breath

With lungs like hurricanes crashing away the life of yesterday and I'm left hoping to hold your hand again tomorrow, because I've missed you

This isn't about being alone, its about aches inside your bones reminding you of home

(Where the heart is)

and the heart of the matter is that I'm homeless without you

Ill find you again…

Ill hitchhike rides from corners of your lips, because your smile always gives me the lift I need

and I need you again

I can say I love you to the moon and back but darling my telescope has me gazing stars in every galaxy for you

I'm sorry I got lost in the space…

Pick pocketing the parts I wish I could steal away

The parts of the past we plea to rearrange

A homeless mans echo…wishing for some change

Reviews

[Cindy Marietta]

Love this! Awesome poem :)

[Derek Nall]

Thank you! Apologies for the late response!

[Frieda P]

This is quite lovely Derek, you've poured your homeless heart out on the page, that first stanza could stand alone and hold its own. 'This isn't just some ink on the page'....clearly. Nicely pen'd.

[Derek Nall]

Thank you so much, your kind words always make me smile :)

[Frieda P]

You're welcome Derek, my pleasure :-)