I have made a home out of my loneliness.
I have put out wind chimes.
The morning winds are my only company.
But they come , and they go.
I have put a lock on my door
So no one dare enter.
I have put out a mat that says **** off.”
So the neighbours know not to bring me a housewarming gift.
For I am not new to this neighbourhood.
I have been in this home of loneliness
for longer than they could ever imagine.
But this house ,
it's not a home.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
I have made a home out of my loneliness.
I have put out wind chimes.
The morning winds are my only company.
But they come , and they go.
I have put a lock on my door
So no one dare enter.
I have put out a mat that says **** off.”
So the neighbours know not to bring me a housewarming gift.
For I am not new to this neighbourhood.
I have been in this home of loneliness
for longer than they could ever imagine.
But this house ,
it's not a home.
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