Homeless

Written by: Jennifer Cahill

Note the sighing of day's retreat
Color the grey blackness of night
Drunken thievery, my feat
Of gleaming lights, beckoning frights

To begin to stir in this sea
Of a waning tumultuous falling
Baptized with his promise to me
Survival his only calling

No white bursting of the stars
In this sea of a fading fading grasp
No redeeming god, no ark
Messed up with each other perhaps