Homeless

By Jamison Robert Huebsch

The difference is like night and day
Love and hate
Twixt the cup and the lip lies my fate

In a endless forgotten waste
Between old forgotten books
And strange dirty looks
I had almost gone and missed it in my haste

My longings for home it had begun to sate
No longer did I feel some of the pains of late
I had begun to finally feel all was okay

A slip of the wrist
A word past the lips
Poison unfurled

Lost again in a sea of humanity
Invisible to all eyes that can see
A lost little boy wanders lonely

Laconic armor striped from soft skin
Turned into chains of silence
A soundless gag above the chin

Again to wander from window to window
Always looking in

To see the thanksgiving feast spread out
To always wonder without a doubt
About the warmness and family within

Such is the fate of all such souls
Who spoil their own homes
Spew forth their own poisons
Leave wounds never forgot
And maybe never forgiven

All are left with only their own sins
I knew it was a mistake I would make one day