....another one of 'those' writings....

it's that defeated feeling.
when you're wholly affected
and all you want,
which is everything you need
is to go home.
to that feeling of belonging
walking in the back door
thats never changed
and instinctively climb
the same stairs
to the same bed
thats never changed
and relinquish it all
and forget the world
for just a few hours
in your own bed
in your own home
that's never changed
less ever moved
and it is this simple
feeling of familiarity
coming home and going to bed
and knowing exactly where that is
which has the capacity
to render me defeated
transient
and homelessly homesick
this evening.