Protection of the walls I yearn…
Nights are eternal. I count seconds to Dawn.
The light of the sun is a Protection-Darkness is engulfing.
Before 8 am strikes, rushing footprints crush and dirties my bed-thanks my bed is made of concrete.
I need a roof over my head. How things change in a flash? The night was Cold and now its Freezing.
How extreme….some nights are Warm and others burning Hot.
A farmer wishes for a night of rain to drench the dry, thirsty ground…..i feel less energy because l prefer dryness. Conflicted I feel more….the farmer needs the rain to fill my stomach.
Forests would be stone silent if birds that sing beautifully only sang-for me it’s the lonely call of the owl. She calls to me as l feel the caressing tongues of the flickering fire.
One- paper- piece -at –a-time the night wears away.
Thanks to the chains of sleep. And thanks to my alarm of the crushing foot- steps.
I wake up cold to the bone like a stone,
All I Ever Wish is a Home…….a Home is a Protection