Home Again

6/2/18 6AM

That old heavy feeling has come again,

I don't remember if it ever ended, or if it began.

There used to be an emptiness, I did not know.

Upon my despair, my pain did grow.

That old heavy feeling has come again,

I don't remember if it ever ended, or if it began.

I'm tired of resting, too tired to move.

It seems no matter where, or when, I'll always lose.

I lay down, try and try to hold on to my dreams.

I close my eyes, try to remember what anything means.

Then I wake up, alone

With nowhere to go

and I'll realize

as mysterious tears fall from my eyes

Nowhere is home

to me