Home

Nothing happens between these walls and I.

Standing in the middle, I attempt
to be a furnace, to provide warmth
but I offer nothing but a cold shoulder

I try to decorate the place with my imagination
to shut out reality, yet am left
with nothing but the gravity of the situation

I am housed in safely, in convention, in tradition
yet, home, remains an elusive mystery
that I remember from some time ago

I try to decorate the place with my emotions
with the amore, the flames, the passion
that should be never ending

Yet, has managed to cease.