Find a Home

My favorite book fell to the floor.
Why can’t I find a home today?
My mind is racing and I cannot sleep.

In the afternoon, I saw a sign.
The words I heard were confusing.
What do they even mean?

Today is filled with rain.
The streets have been washed again.
I’m weeping with the sky.

The steps before me are crumbling.
I step up carefully and shudder.
I am cold and I feel alone.

In the morning, a new day will begin.
I want it all to stop.
Maybe I’ll be able to laugh… soon.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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