Where do I come from? Where does home begin and end?
I don’t belong. My soul calls for another home.
My soul longs.
I don’t belong here.
My lonely soul, how lonely you shall grow!
Others shall try to seek to know, but, will only walk away.
Loneliness is contagious; it mutates the cells of the human body and causes sickness.
Your words fail to evoke any emotion.
Your dark camouflaged skin wriggles
With the snakes,
Hissing and slithering over my brain,
But, you mean nothing.
I’ll shield you from the fire and then throw you in.
I’ll keep you at bay and then feed your desire.
White, holy, a virginal frame, like a dove
Spreading its wings, etching its spirit into the sky.
A white rose, against the
backdrop of the darkness.
Red apples glistening, hanging
On the tree in the Garden of Eden.