Find a Home

rainy days
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.
Photo credit: Rona Keller

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s