This Apartment

Coming home, parking on the street
Won’t see the car till Monday
Rushing into the apartment
Running from the world

Escaping
The slaughter
Embracing
The loneliness

No one to be disturbed by
No one to disturb

This apartment
With all its flaws,
Leaks, rats, rotten door frames,
Was still an escape
A refuge, a fortification
From the pain, from the suffering
From it all

Sitting in the kitchen
Only thoughts as company

Nights
Filled with rage and hopelessness
The alcohol trying its best
To numb

Nights,
Filled with hope and meaning
Breathing in the beauty

This apartment
A place of solitude
A place to contemplate
A place to feel
A place to grow
A place to find peace

This apartment
Is someone else’s now
Good Bye