'Bottle'

Home and lost, an unwelcomed guest
in a family of strangers unable to rest
A lifetimes belongings unknown to me
though I see them, quote their history
But no meaning or rhyme
no bearing in my time
fixtures and fitting in my motel home
jagged and jarring as an un-matched poem
The people too that smile and chat
sit on my mind like a borrowed hat
they knife from the shadows into my soul
guilt, hate - feeding my cold

Warmth was a voice on a screen
ether fed - surreal dream
now gone with the rest nothing left
a life and heart of warmth bereft

Choices left lingered and lapsed
Flights not taken ships that passed