The house creaks with age
Shutters closed
The paint chips away
When the wind
She blows so hard
Against the night
He stays inside
Just on the other side
Of the wall
Waiting
Until it is safe
To come outside again
This old tree once so grand
Now crooked and leaning
Leaves are a memory
And the monstrous roots
Of a giant, so long ago
Lay to rest upon
This dry scorched
Cracking desert lake bed
The knife so dull
Sharpening against leather
Back and forth
So monotonous, so skilled
Making hot sharp edges again
Perfecting the blade
To slice so true
To slice into you
The blade heals so well
If you just press it the right way
Letting the blood seep so fine
Mechanically divine
The power of humans
In liquid form
Creating the healing
Stealing the life away
So much to do in a day
Peeking out the house
Tip toeing through the blinds
Blinded by mid days heat
Biting down
The wood on my teeth wreak
Of your clothes
Something from the days passed
Knowing I have to leave the house again
To walk those roads outside
Watching, waiting, preparing
For anything that this crazy world
Just might throw my way
Pacing the line
Waiting for the right time
To jump back out
And get back on the road
Alone again
Never escaping my own head
Every day is a lonely bed
Been waiting for years
Maybe this time there is no going back
Maybe this time I won’t come back
To this old house
Rugged and torn
Beat down and worn
The shelter from this desert heat
Maybe this could be my last
Retreat
Maybe I should just keep moving
Maybe somewhere down the road
Alone out there in the world
Something
Someone
Is waiting for me