The clutter of my mind
lays heavy in its physical form,
as I seek rest atop the cold,
stripped mattress that I own.
Sitting like a boat amongst
the overturned chaos of boxes
and misplaced furniture
that used to be my quaint and peaceful nest.
I grew deep roots in this man made home,
now betrayed by it's sudden unwelcomeness,
I have nowhere to lick my wounds.