Homeless

Yah, it's me,
a person never knew where to belong
no home
no directions
trying always not to  feel faded
not to feel waited,
But always waiting stormes, to
deny his existence,
to replace his darkness
to  light of
Weakness


How should I feel
when people do
that do of pertinence?
What do I need to
So I'm in lightness
Of having some home
Or even sickhome
Or something I hold
on that  long road
of life or leaveness
Can just you show me
something but illness ?


Those trees you can see,
they all are
pertinent, to the seeds in smallness
Those shapes you can touch
They all are pertinent, to the souls
in darkness
Those  grains of soil, they all
are pertinent to the earth of
Goddess
This tear of water, to the water
its pertinence
And all has pertinence
Those whom you talk to
They all are pertinent to
a home or family
to a soul or person
But me I'm homeless.
How should I feel when people do that do of pertinence?
Though I'm in my house
Still I'm homeless