History of Failure

Home again, home
or
what passes for it
these days.

Five bedrooms in
as many
years. Most of my life
in boxes.

Nearly forty years
down
and I can’t see what
I’ve achieved.

Each year another
blank page
in my history of
failure.

Home again, home
to
the creaking bed calling
my name.

And if I don’t
wake up…
It
won’t matter.