Sunday, November 28, 2004

30th blog about a poem? this fate?

in my house, i can see
all the shores that shelter me.
taking in , calling out,
till the skies come falling down.

left of center to the right
all the fight, but not the might.
call me a coward on the road
the song, the story left untold.

when the birds are coming home
to the house i do not own.
i ask myself to please slow up
'cause my own fight has left me down.

left alone, on the phone
in my town thats not my home.
my only hope falls sullen down,
on my home thats not my town.