Arts & Entertainment

HOMELESS ME

Waiting for the sun to set
To dry down the rain off me
The surface of my bed is wet
I’m getting frozen
It looks like I’m not getting mercy today
Only I can count the rain
I’m changing into itself

I sit here thinking of me
All I see is a monster made of soil
Everyone run’s away from me
They are terrified and afraid
They want to kill me
They want me dead
I am wanted

I died and I rose again
I’ve been stabbed and healed again
I’ve been sick and I recovered again
I’ve weep and consoled again
I have killed myself and I have come back to life
I have invited Mr. Death to come
He has refuse to visit me

It looks like the day is too long
I worry if the sun will never give up today
Has it forgotten it’s time?
It looks like I’m burning in fire
After all that I have plead
It’s look like I’ll burn into ashes
My enemies’ prayer’s has been accepted

I can’t see
I’ve been blinded by the night
All I hear is the scary voice of my friends
My body cries out to the cold breeze
No amount of rubbing of hands
This cold will never go away

I know no season
Neither do I have any calender
Nor do I know a day
The heaven looks so close
I have been there many times

I have tried to find a home
I could not see any
I try to buy
No one wants to sell for me
A wanderer, homeless me