From upon a mantle, placed way up high
Within a snow globe, there comes a sad sigh
It’s me in that bubble, I live there, denied
With plastic snow flakes and a ocean blue sky

A melancholy bubble which I am deferred in
Foundations planted, a forgotten burden
She works and plays and Lives without me
She is where I want to be

So many hours spent tucked far away
Each endless minute as proclaimed as a day
“I hate this life,” I pleadingly say
She nods, turns, and leaves me alone to the grey

There is no Home any more
There is no Home any more Poem: No Home 1

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