Longing for Belonging

What is it about home
that makes one’s heart roam.
Seeking vast and open spaces
My heart races.

Take me there
By any road any fair
I just want to be home
It is my Rome.

It is this time of year.
It is time to hunt deer.
I will find belonging
in more than my longing. 

Life Struggles

Selecting the unfit
Leaves my heart in a rift.
How could they be chosen?
My judgements leave me frozen.

Why was I picked?
What causes me to be ticked?
Why can’t I focus on my side of the fence
The grass is always greener, looking whence.

Staying sucks
Dying kills me
Pain is consuming me
O sweet agony…


Why do I persist?
Why do I resist?
“Change me damn it!”

Another day ends…

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