It is said, a heart is not a home,
Without the one who gets you through the storm
I am homeless
Your heart is screaming, ‘no vacancy’
My pride, and bruised ego force me in the opposite direction
Rejection doesn’t go down well with me
I rent, and the houses are nice beautiful, even cosy and comfortable
The atmosphere is peaceful,
And for a while I convince myself life is perfect
But every time it rains, I fall to pieces,
Convenience and love don’t often ride the same bus
The roof is leaking
It’s a big world, I feel so small, so scared that the best thing is past
You don’t love me
There’s a sign on your door
‘No vacancy’ Emptiness sinks his claws into my heart
I am roaming the streets aimlessly
Can’t take a bow, won’t take a bow
I am homeless, and convenience
Won’t work.
The empty streets mock me, and embarrassed am hitting at shadows
Yelling at ghosts
I am homeless, hungry, angry and sad
Food tastes like bile in my mouth
I am homelessssssss
I am just homeless
And you don’t care now, because you never ever cared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully written 'blues poem' Anitah. Thanks for sharing..