Home calling

Raindrops, from up above
Pitter, patter they fall
Scatter and go a thousand ways.
Its got me thinking of home again.

I know the light is filtering in
Through the curtains in the hall.
Sunday morning news
Is lying on the floor.
Mama are you in the kitchen,
Hot breakfast on the stove?
Papa's by the porch ,
A cup of Coffee in his hand.

The knot speaks

The knot speaks
Form deep within my entity.
Dull throbbing
From the depths of insanity.
I hold my head in my hands
To keep my mind from floating,
The grays offer me their warmth
In the black of the night.

I need to,
Fly away
Up there
And feel
Ever So light, so light.

Down there the
Walls are all
Crumbling
Into dust
And you surrender, to the pain.