The Distance

Trying as it may be
When I return to where I thought was
Home.
Ought to be home
A place of security,
Warmth and love.
But all I feel;
Stress. Anxiety. Dejection.
Staring at the ceiling night after night
In the darkness
Feeling the only warmth,
Trickling down the temples
Of the face I've stared at for the past 20 years.
How much have you missed?
And I don't even know how much
All of that matters
Because...
There ain't no joy
In finding out how near the last straw
Can be.
So cold inside.


I've had enough of danger
I'm looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace