I dream each day that I will live
to see what it’s become of me
to get a taste of living free
a life of passions and no grief
the days pass by and the weeks too
the years slowly stream away
my tears I shed I’d like to stay
a little longer here where I grew
yet home feels far and etched in time
a house with its windows walled up
one tiny door where memories line up
bringing me back sorrow and grime
I know the best is yet to come
what reason would I have to live
if life and time take more than give
if I’m left naked to the bone
I lost my gift with it my mind
I lost all that was left of me
I’m a dying branch of the tree
of the family that I long to find
there is no one else left to blame
there are no fingers left to point
I am the one I promptly disappoint
myself I cover under a cloak of shame
December 2019