Close to home
Fog is thick
Blinkers are blinking
Barely penetrating the pea-soup thickness
Homesick
Wet around the eyes
Sniffles flush the nose
Heart thumping away
I know it's near
I recognize a building
But, I am still lost
Still can't grasp my way
Find a cop, but
He's just as lost
As I am, maybe
Even more
Hopeless, helpless
Aimlessly wandering
Through a forbidden land
A terror-stricken land
A land with no shape
Nor size, a
Land lost of hopes and
Dreams, a hollow world
This is where I
Find myself, wandering
About, feeling about,
Looking
For something I will never find
Something I could never find
In this land of lost souls
And vagrant lies
Here the plow sheers
Cut no grass, here
The young eyes see
No blue skies
It is here the heart sinks
And the terrors rise
It is here I find myself,
A member of a lost world
Lost in time
Lost in space
Lost to those who would never think
Lost to those who could never imagine
Looking around now
I realize where I am
Where I have been
All along
This is my street
This is my block
This is my world
This is my house
July 5, 1996
