In me has
Gone athirst.
Battered,
Shattered and
Helplessly lost.
It takes me
Places.
Hills to broken
Hearts,
Oceans to
Empty minds..
Lonely rooms
To nostalgic past.
Rugged roads to
A future
That’s lost.
From pens to
Papers, then
Moon to a
Mistress.
Hasn’t found
A home.
With the thirst
Still intact.
A refuge is
All it wants.
…
But is there a
Place?
To tame its
Rage,
Brush its hair.
A hot water
Bath and
Stomachfull
Of broth.
A lullaby
At night to
Sleep without
A fight.
An easy dawn.
A lazy day,
And for a
Shady evening,
Full of play.
Is that much
To ask?
A place to
Bask all day
Long..
A place to
Belong.
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