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Finding Home
I do not belong here
poolside with martinis
I did not fit there either
shared bunk beds with my ten year old son a constant fight to keep the roaches at bay
Glancing over shoulder at the times I thought I could squeeze myself in boxes ubiquitous
Only to find myself looking at loose threads and snug buttons
Edges overlapping
Pages stuck together
showing that it just. that I just. did not was not part
Proof of an otherness
As if somehow this makes being alone better
Makes the outside
okay
Finding home is never easy
poolside with martinis
I did not fit there either
shared bunk beds with my ten year old son a constant fight to keep the roaches at bay
Glancing over shoulder at the times I thought I could squeeze myself in boxes ubiquitous
Only to find myself looking at loose threads and snug buttons
Edges overlapping
Pages stuck together
showing that it just. that I just. did not was not part
Proof of an otherness
As if somehow this makes being alone better
Makes the outside
okay
Finding home is never easy
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