My House – A Poem by J H Martin

My House

I cannot buy a roof
I can only share one

Not with this rat
But with the stars above

Stood alone
I grasp warmth
From their light
And I do not feel cold

Even if my breath
Is white as snow

My doubts
My regrets
And my anxieties

They build
All the walls my body needs

And provide
Ample bedding for my thoughts

I smile because
I am indeed lucky

Right now
I cannot afford to be
Anywhere but here

I have sold everything
For this


© J H Martin

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