What is home?

Is it real?

Can’t recall

How to feel

Yard is tall

Windows blacked

Driveway empty

Suitcase packed

What is touch?

Only dreams?

Could it be

What it seems?

Weeks go by

Getting old

Heart is broken

Soul is sold

What is love?

Sang in song?

Though it’s been

Way too long

Never fair

Solo life

Endless road

Cheating wife

What is death?

Will it be?

Witness to

The end of me

Burn my flesh

Place my stone

Left to wander

All alone




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