Coming In From Outside
I cannot find my way through the house,
clothes, dishes, perfect words,
all hidden behind some cobweb.
The rooms are uncanny,
and I feel like an illegal immigrant,
lost in an language I have never heard.
Some door shuts, noise from a TV
floats through the halls.
I fall into bed and stare at nothing,
my heart beating, my feet cool and bare,
with a single blade of grass between two toes.
Who knows what I have left outside?
<3
ReplyDelete:) Your blog is looking good. I love the blue and black dress outfit!
DeleteLove this! I know just how that feels.
ReplyDeleteHappy to see that you do. We are alike! Laughing. I was wondering if anyone would understand.
Delete