Poem: A Home

I have no home.

A place that makes me feel warm and not cold.

Some place where my tears are always dry.

Instead, I have a place where they angel will not sing.

A desert where I am always alone.

I sit in the same spot trying to cure my sorrows.

Then I remember they are all I got left to get me through the day.

Never a love that I can give time.

Never I moment that I can simply call mine.

This is just a place that somehow has become my home.