Burned Down Poem by Kitty Marie Lucas

in desperation I wander
as though I'd be able to settle
wherever I belong
is where they meddle
where the heart is, it's indistinguishable
I have none
I keep a list of names, people who said so

I need to escape
from a prison of my designs
find a place where
no one remembers my name
I have exhaustively researched every line
when you ask me
I'll say I'm fine...
I'm fine, it's true
the worst sort of kind
home was where the heart was
they burned down mine

if I can leave you behind
I'll more than happily go
you have more than I ever
knew or will know
if it matters to take it away from me
I suppose
I never had a chance and will happily leave

I need to escape
from a prison of my designs
find a place where
no one remembers my name
I have exhaustively rehearsed every line
when you ask me
I'll say I'm fine...
I'm fine, it's true
the worst sort of kind
home was where the heart was
they burned down mine


the empty heart
the warnings written all over
convoluted as they are, nobody knows a loner
they tell a story, all but forgotten
left not even a scar
...well, they're there
nobody bothered and saw

I want to find
another life and start over
but there's
no such thing as a do-over
if ever I make it, there's a pending assailant
I have everything that matters
to anyone but me
on the offensive
against
their imagined enemy

I need to escape
from a prison of my designs
find a place where
no one remembers my name
I have exhaustively researched every line
when you ask me
I'll say I'm fine...
I'm fine, it's true
the worst sort of kind
home was where the heart was
they burned down mine