Home used to be
solace for my heart,
A bed and a resting place
for my worn out soul.
Our home used to be
our spot near the fireplace,
The dinners spent and the words exchanged
and the warm wide smiles, shining
at each other.
Yesterday, home was no more,
Dinner tables emptied of
presence. Replaced by noise,
Shouts, yells, doors slamming, glass breaking,
My mother crying softly.
A hollow fireplace.
Today, home is but
a growing, deepening crevasse in my mind,
And only with closed blinds and stuffed eyes,
Does home settle down its soothing lies.
I wish to be able to, somehow,
Fuse with this home etched in my mind,
To curl up in the fabric of my thoughts
Further and further, an animal cornered in its den,
At the approach of winter. And like a hibernating beast
locked away in the prison of its own mind I could just
close my eyes. Never to be seen again.