Friday, January 8, 2016

No Home

untethered, the umbilical dissolved
floating, drifting, drowning in a void
a spaceship with no port to dock
a man without a home

at the end of the day
there is nowhere to go
except through the same old motions
we repeat things we already know

all that's left is a ghost
a ghost of desires forgotten
like a flower undeground
that forgets the taste of light

the skies are grey now
without a hope or sign of light
locked in permanent cages
every heart dreams of flight

There are days when you just feel dissociated with everything and you just want to connect with something but there is nothing. Think of a USB drive hitting a brick wall on repeat, there is just no port for it. This poem is really funny, too but that's just hidden between the lines.

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