The walls are barren
Old wallpaper, Empty shelves, books in a box
The want for home seeping through
The words from the stories I grew up reading
The lines from movies,
the tales my mind spun
All running down the bedroom walls but yet not sticking
Will this ever be home I wonder?
A closed door
An unmade bed
Living with people but yet not relating
Feeling for people but still feeling unfelt
A missing connection
So many thoughts
Will they ever stop long enough for me to decipher what I truly want?
A fog that keeps on expanding
Me, searching in the abyss for something more
The sense of time escaping me
Like a train running of track
Will I ever catch the feeling that is home?
About the Creator
A New Beginning
Tony couldn’t sit still, crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to calm his trembling hands as Clara stood at the office window deep in thought. The airline ticket in his shirt pocket moved to the beat of his heart¬– each beat bringing back the nightmare causing memories of the words he’d spoken over ten years ago. Thanks to Clara he’d finally gained the courage to buy that ticket.
By Gerald Holmes3 days ago in Fiction
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