With limbs of lead

Parched throat

And feet of stone

I continue to wander

In search

Of home

 

Won’t you take pity

On my mortal soul!

Don’t you see

The eyes?

Those which reflect only

A resentful corpse 

 

Treacle cobwebs

Have me trapped

And the widows

Show me no remorse!

 

Seek out this lowly

Lonely creature

Show a way to live!

One which over shadows

These unforgiving demons

Who reside

Inside my head 

 

Respond

I do beseech!

Why, I ask

Do they have a home?

A space that locks me away

Inside these loamy walls

 

I beg you now

To save me!

I call out to one

And all!

 

Remind me that

I am still alive

I am not dead!

Tell me that I have 

A home

Inside your open hearts!

C.K.23.