A Home

2014-05-20-so-lonely
At the city’s core, I found a home.
What was the purpose for my losses?
I think I have been abandoned.

I am alone. People are all around me.
I cannot catch their glances.
I sit here waiting for a change.

My birthday came and went.
Without anyone to love, I grow weak.
I don’t remember how to smile anymore.

What will come of this spiritual hole?
Today I cannot bear my future.
Maybe the hosts above will smile on me.

Work is a dream of mine.
If I could step through a looking glass,
my fate would change instantly.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By Mattie B. Image license

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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