Paupers’ Hill

No home in heaven,
no place the fires are still.
No meaning to this sorrow,
no love or redemption or god’s will.
Waking alone, but it’s another day,
and maybe a dream will these hours fill.
Maybe there’ll be a moment in the sun
as I sit alone on a lonely paupers’ hill.

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