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Home Sweet Home
among the dead, i feel at home
among the dying, i no longer feel alone
gravestones make pillows
hospital beds, fine wooden coffins
the landlords never on my back for rent
as i lay in my pad, six feet deep
no job, no utilities
no purpose, no future
but thats just not my problem anymore
in my dirt filled sleeping bag
i listen to the rain fall
as i rest under the tree
i listen to it fall on me
and as the rain falls from the sky
i can hear it, but i never get wet
atleast, not anymore
Aaron, I've read many of your pieces and though dark I find them extremely profound. you encapsulate a lot of what many would like to say but fear ridicule.Good for you,never be afraid to express yourself!hugs!