Prison of Despair

Going home, a home where I don't live
I only occupy a space.
I sleep in a bed alone, yet not quite
a house without touches
blankets without warmth
walking through the motions of the day...
for others, everything seems okay
my quiet prison of despair

My jewels hug me
and I hold on extra long
clinging to the feel of love
a childs kiss, and a friends laugh
the most warmth that I can find
the rest is of no solace there.
for others it seems very fine
my quiet prison of despair.


- Jae 9/16/96 ©