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?