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Where the Heart Is

by Neil Heddings 5 years ago in sad poetry / social commentary
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Being Homeless

Those sleepless nights

Will at first

Accost.

Then evolve into

Something oddly

Familiar,

Comfortable

Routine, and

Eventually even

Longed for.

The rising sun

Bringing along with its light

The false promises of

Warmth and

Security

Will also carry

An instinctive certainty

Concerning the knowledge of

The daily dose of

True disappointment

That gets handed out

Once you realize...

There will be only

Unrest

For the weary.

As it will happen

This day

And the next.

sad poetrysocial commentary

About the author

Neil Heddings

Star I write so I can learn to live with who I am without destroying myself as punishment. Learn to love yourself if you ever hope to love at all.

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