open space

I light a candle to illuminate 
thoughts this world holds. Some 
I cannot understand,
others simply trying to land
but hover instead. And this song 
keeps playing in my head.

I can’t find my way home.

I feel there will be no peace, 
not now, not among this culture
of shame and blame.
Not when you question others,
but refuse to question yourself.
Still I light a candle.

I can’t find my way home.

Just beyond the candlelight, I 
watch days slip into night, amidst
a maelstrom of discontent, 
you never know what is meant.
Look over your shoulder. Look
further through your past.

I can’t find my way home.

Fistfuls of violence, mouthfuls 
of reality escape. Thoughts which 
should not be free, peace
should not be a luxury. I strike 
a match to light up a candle,
to shine a light for hope.

I can’t find my way home.

© 2017 j.g. lewis