Homeless
Through deep despair were grown my homesick tears,
Worn by an inmate boxed in cement pine,
That cried for walls remembered through the years,
Forgotten treasures thought by me as mine;
Where laughter smiled when clouds of summer stirred,
And always rain would form inviting pools;
And abject fate was fate true-love deferred,
By leaps that bound hot-water ‘round in spools;
But my prison-cell locks memories stark,
Incarcerating what now fades to grey;
Sentenced forevers lost in wilderness dark,
That haven’t learned what freedom means today;
A fire burned bright but now smolders smokeless,
Imprisons visions streamed – lonely and homeless.
10/23/16
Submitted for Seeker's Homeless Contest
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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