Thursday, April 27, 2017

Home, I come

Indefatigable forgiveness of home
An oft heard comfort phrase
But, as days pass by 
There's a lack of this sweet space

Detached from the childhood
home, that houses memories
Adulthood brought with it
A spate of constant worries

Looking back at nooks and crannies
Secret hiding places, imaginary 
Away from the prying eyes
Without a care in the moment buried. 

As I do now, a place of my own
Constantly trying to make a home
Unsuccessfully, I break down
the constancy of yearning syndrome

Incomplete life remains now 
Mechanically going through motions
There's never going to be 
of despondence, a remotion.