In The Place Where I Live...


Beauty surrounds me,

And it’s ugly inside.

I cannot find the Truth,

No matter where I hide.

Talk is so cheap,

And I cannot confide


In the place where I live,

I cannot find me.

I Am, always caged,

No matter how free.

Seems nothing is real,

My eyes cannot see


In the place where I live,

My car I do not lock.

Except for at church,

In faith, I have no stock.

And the people I know,

View me as the rock.


In the place where I live,

Addiction is sane.

And I had to stop,

Polluting my brain.

Nothing comes easy,

And I Am the same.


In the place where I live,

I lost all I Am.

I seem held up,

In this place where I stand.

Seems I have to crawl,

To learn to walk again.


In the place where I live,

Surrounded by rock and stone.

Seems I Am caged here,

Where the buffalo roam.

No matter what I do,

This is not my home...


In the place where I live.


© Michael Barry 2013