the night feels like prison
and your thoughts are poison
the air smells like cigarette
and all you did was breathe
you are left with nothing but
a bed unmade and a room unkept
you have a blanket
but you have not known warmth
inside a house,
you still feel homeless
YOU ARE READING
A Diary
PoesíaSee how the world could be sketched into words and how poetry could find a missing soul.
