I, Homeless

Written by: Eugene Harvey

limbo is mine place
wherein I dost bide
dark inner oblivion
whence I canst hide

life’s no fixed abode
whereabouts I reside
loneliness mine steed
whereupon I oft ride

hope’s wishful home
whereon I often cling
uselessness blissful lie
whereof I wistfully sing

destitute of experience
whereby death  I await
without worldly goods
whereat time I debate

ever wandering abroad
whereas I being wanes
trapped in mindlessness 
wherefore I do remain

retired necessitous flesh
whereby I can’t escape
imbued imperious soul
where I homeless relate

this thoughtless world
wherever I shall roam
surely there is no place
wherein I may call home


© Eugene Harvey