No Going Home
By: Joi Maree Flowers
I am only a presence
Not belonging
To this place
Unrelated
To the people who pass me by outside
And wave
I wear the clothes
That fail to fit my frame
My mouth chews the food
That I did not intend to eat
At night my eyes close
But I can never sleep in this foreign bed
As this place is not home
Only a room that I can afford until my next big gig
Until opportunity comes calling my name
Again
But when that will be
I hope soon
As I have no desire
To return to the place of my parents
To face the eyes of failure
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