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Homeless
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White Pages, Black Blood Without a place to call my home
Nowhere to lay my head
Tired of the endless roam
Craving Sanctuary before I'm dead
Thinking of where I have been, places
That all fail the test
Thinking of people I have seen, faces
Which lose their interest
On the road I trail along
At times by myself, never alone
Motivated by a deeper song
To find a place I call my own.
Breathlessly beautiful! You have given words to the thoughts of many who are unable to express their feelings. Adorable way to write.
Everybody searches for their place in this world. It is just bred within us to want to fit in somewhere. May your search lead you to a place of joy and infinite possiblity. Stay strong and may you find love, peace, and prosperity. Great poem!