You reach home

You reach home
Finally
You are glum, despondent
Exhausted…
You need a break
You open a lonely lock
Of a lonely room

You are the lord of all
You survey, and
There’s none to dispute
It’s your world, you kitchen
And your bed

To hell with the world

You are your own world
There’s no competition
No fights
No bickering
No tension…
There’s no, nothing
The world is dead

It’s you
You
You





You lie on your bed
You close your eyes
You dream


You need someone to share
Your world

DJS