Homelessness is a black feeling
And written on its black page
Are memories so incomprehensible
That they twist you up inside
The letter to move out came
At a time when you were comfortable
You had managed some feeling of security
But now that letter had destroyed all that
Against the thoughtless demons from your youth
From whom you tried to escape –
“This is my home, isn’t it,” you yelled
As if reliving a former crisis of long ago
Next, I saw you attacking your room
As if, you had no right to your own things
Things that brought you pleasure
Things that represented love
You had packed them into bin bags
You were going to throw them all out
Such was your rage against your insecurity
Then you felt angry at your friends
Out of desperation and in pain
You told them you didn’t want to see them anymore
Yes, all your life you’ve lived as if falling
As if falling through the air without wings
If only you could learn to fly above it all
But it’s not easy, I know, I’ve tried
1999
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