Nobody's Child

Don’t open your eyes Try not to see Things are no longer Where things ought to be That voice—is it her? Behind a closed door She calls you a stranger Your mother no more Breathe through the moment Turn, turn your eyes The past you imagined Was all lies, lies, lies Things are no longer Where things ought to be Who is this stranger Is it still me? Detail from the cover of Home ★ Inspired by poetry? Treat yourself a gift ★ Home FREE Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo   Google Play ★ Smashwords Paperback ★ Hardcover ★ Barnes&Noble Audiobook "The book overflows with some of the most eloquent poetic moments in print"