Clocks Melting

Home is where you've gone
when everything has gone wrong.
Square peg, round hole
unfit, faithless, restless soul.
Home is where one longs to flee,
but home is not always a safe place to be.
Weary legs and weary heart,
never allowed an ample, beaming start.
out of breath and out of time
listening for the clock's last chime.
Time's wound down to an alarming end
It was never as good as we'd pretend.
Wings broken before they flew
broken dreams rarely do come true.
Buried long before you've died,
held back before you've tried.
Home is where you'll want to go,
though there may not be anyone there you know.
Love is strange and want is deep
when there's nobody allowed in the vault you keep.
Lonely are the ones who weep
silently with their heart's asleep.
Wretched, ragged, little sins
of all the ones who weren't let in.
No place to rest your strange, dispirit head
you hide from all of it instead.
It's sad when you've got no place to stay
but it's worse to know you keep it that way.