Hopeless homes
Inspire poems
Vocal verses without words
or plan for things to change.
It is strange
to rearrange
the way they see the world
when I know I am the same.
the way they see the world
when I know I am the same.
The blame and such,
the lame-man crutch,
the quick with which
We often judge:
Looking from a sill,
feeling icy chill,
without a clue of where to go
feeling icy chill,
without a clue of where to go
Writing of a hopeless home.
