He hides behind blue curtains
outside the green hedge
which ultimately hide prying eyes
from the view inside his window
Don't want to see the wall of boxes
lined up like some labyrinth maze
while the other people despise
going through yet another phase
avoiding his humanity like a plague
welcome to his home life
watch him try and escape
making it through another empty day
watching former family
strangely crumble away
like rotted paper
turned to dust
with no one to turn to
witness the death of trust
Always seem to be waiting
with some inner monologue
witness him flogged
shot, dropped, put down
discarded like some barnyard animal
way past its prime
out of time
no greener pastures
just burning fields
reflected in the tears
streaming from his eyes
only this flow is nonexistent
no emotional waterfalls,
not even the vaguest hint
So cold, too old
in this sterile environment
'home sweet home'
has become a laughable lament

mathiasthom
written 7/1/10