Where My Soul Can Rest

Oh how high is that mountain

Oh,how far is my home

Where did it all disappear

All the things I used to know

I found myself

Yet again wondering

Where does this book of mine belong

On which shelf

Who am I now?

To who does this face of mine belong?

Who is that shadowy figure that I see in the mirror

What will I endow?

It's been so long

Since I've had a place to call home

Where my soul can rest

Where do I belong?

Reviews

[Misery]

You are a poet soul adrift on the winds of life.
If you truly desire a home, I hope you find a restful place to call your own.
Thank you for sharing these words I can feel, dear poet.