some days its fine,
like gentle breeze on a summer’s day or the
lazy morning you wake up to on a sunday
other times it comes crashing down-
a snow storm out of nowhere or
maybe as subtle as the bitter taste
left in your mouth after drinking coffee
try as you might, it just wont go away
and then theres all this pain,
now i don’t know any fancy words
that could describe it just as much-
but i feel all this pain
and then i cant speak- i hear people hurt
but again, i care too much
my brother- my parents- in cities all different
no one to talk to, no home to begin with.
its all wrong, i wonder. this is not normal
but again, when was i i wonder again
is this empty hollowness a byproduct of my insecurity
or the desperate attempt to give you love,
for i feel none.
man, i should just go home.
or the house, as it is.