There Is A Stranger In My Home
by manuel-hutchinson-iii
Love became just a stranger to me,
I came home one night,
And all of my belongings has disappeared,
Mysteriously.
I never knew, silence could be your worst enemy.
A newcomer to this type of pain,
I will never look at another visitor the same.
Again.
Yet, this slithery, silent, serpent still creeps..
Clutching on my throne..
I'm praying to hear God's voice..
But the echo of a closed mouth
Is too profound.
I never thought love, would make stranger in my home.
This is the lonely life of being alone.
©MH