Orphan

Church seats are empty and the words do not come
I have nothing for the stables, so glorious run
The gleaming saint feelings of fearful regret
sit alone in this room, haunt poetry and song

Alone and bewildered and set in those ways
Along comes a nothing and stands in the way
Home is no home and I know I can’t stay
Extremities is all I can do for the length of the day

Sold off and tossed out and owned as a slave
The poise of a shackled, less wanting abode
It begs and it differs and fades in the wind
Seldom its innards come trailing kin

Wandering solely with heaven in doubt
The train loses baggage as it’s carried about
Till nothing is left, it’s just me and the rain
a little pain is just a norm across the jostling scape