Homelessness

    HOMELESSNESS

I am lost in a world of epiphany.
Can you hear my screams that ask?
Or the sonorous thoughts that answer?
I’m drowning in my own pleas,
This twisted life sentence I didn’t chose.

To be spotted as different,
In a world of replicas.
I sacrificed, stole, fought a war above humanity,
Until my last breaths are shared with another.
The other soul that held a hand.

The people are wrong about the things around.
The earth is flat as a coward’s thought,
And I’m hanging on the edge of despair.
I’ve hollered and cried but no one heard,
Until the other soul that held a hand.

I’ve died many times before, but not as much as he.
I’ve been buried alive by nefarious people.
It causes the perfect illusion, the lighting, the lies.
The conductor of death; he’s smiling at me, can you see?
But it was he, the soul who held a hand.

I’m seeing, hearing, seeking the same,
It looks the same, it hurts from within.
There is a shield of lies surrounding my heart,
Can you hear it beat it’s last, last thumps?
The clocks running late; ticking it’s last tocks.

I feel lost in a world of a quantum reality.
I’ve already fell down the rabbit hole of insanity.
But with he, I feel finally rested.
Of course not complete— never complete.
But for the other soul that held his hand, it’ll be okay.

I finally feel sane, with the world beneath me and the stars above.
I plant my shadows evermore but somehow my thoughts drift to space.
But that’s alright for I’m with he.
Lost and afraid of what to come. But for the other soul that held a hand,
I’ll sell my own for that alone.
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I swear I'm not depressed.