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Jan 2015
I want to go inside the house
Where everyone else is playing and singing

But I'm still on the porch looking in
I knock, but cannot be heard over the sound of friendships much louder than mine

I want to be inside this house, but every time I've been inside my feet stay out the door

I tried to go through the backyard, but thie house is double locked

I broke the windows of the house on 98th St and 96th Terr and saw what was inside
It rained that day and I was still outside on the lawn now looking in

Every thing I need is in that house and I'm hungry and thirsty

I can't go inside because the residents who brought me in don't live there anymore and I cannot keep up with new tenants

I hope I'll find someone who's locked out of a home
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Hedonic Nihilist  Florida
(Florida)   
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