Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but canít make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you after a while.
Distorting the world through my broken soul-windows.
Impoverished in spirit, a humiliation is this home!