Go Home
I swelled up inside my own body
And all of my bones moved
Without me doing anything.
I watched my skin separate
Into words from the fairytales that I cherished
And as flower petals were beaten into metals
I think I died that night, in the flowerbed
Under my window.
I wailed softly, quietly
I prayed to the Lord to grant me escape
But even though the night evolved
And it was black, so black
I knew, the Lord had never known me at all.
He had not noticed me
Because the world was immense
And the sky vast;
The planets were mightier
And yet more radiant were the stars.
Therefore I had been outshone
The gossips of the flowers
Were the whispers of my lifeless thoughts.
They told me, mellowly, "Go home."
