Home
You wanted to be someone's home
and searched endlessly
to shelter homeless people
But they are used to
home being a place
to run away from
Through the chest they came out
like wooden window frames
of a teenager's room
They were bumping
like a drunken father against the walls
of the hallway
and nervously scratched the skin, leaving marks
the way drug addict writes his poetry
with nails on a wall
You started to run away from your home too
You started to run away from yourself
and searched endlessly
to shelter homeless people
But they are used to
home being a place
to run away from
Through the chest they came out
like wooden window frames
of a teenager's room
They were bumping
like a drunken father against the walls
of the hallway
and nervously scratched the skin, leaving marks
the way drug addict writes his poetry
with nails on a wall
You started to run away from your home too
You started to run away from yourself