Homeless

I don’t want to be here anymore it hurts too much to stay. Years ago I lost my sight on a reapers vengeful night.

The cursing vengeance snached out my heart,  leaving me for dead. comatose, seven years gone by, only life to dread.

I want to go back home.
But it’s so far away, for tyranny has painted it  lies, black, and gray.

Loosing everything I knew. I’m homeless so it seems, four wheels of steel tied tightly to my chest.

I’ll travel where the homeless dwell; a place excepting of my hell. No room for lies in their prison,  just exposure for  the prey.

Unwilling to be in this place, another sleepless face of naught.  I’m going homeless where I belong, no judgment on their tongues.

Tomorrow my journey home.
A beginning of my debts. I don’t want to be here any more, it hurts too much!

[(C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles]