Homeless

Crystal leaves on leafless branches, that appear dead. I dragged along, like the season, Carrying the load of my heart; this everlasting duress. My eyes only see the smog filled skies. Great celestial one, Where is your shine? A mind dense with thoughts, Now abhor the delusions it cultivates. The night’s cold fingers Grasp the core of my soul, While thoughts drift away to a familiar place, Where voices, with soft words, Soothe a crying child. My eyes exposed the curse of my surrounding, And I consoled myself with the thought of not being alone. But I alone share the contents of my head. I yearned to awake from this dream, my companion on this concrete bed.