Vagrant

I have no home. I am homeless. Home is a place of refuge and comfort, where loved ones share and care for one another. I do not experience this. I experince tyranny and cowardice. I experience hatred and rage, a completelack of emotional control. I am a wanderer. The truest friend I have is my faithful dog. He is my companion. I wish Jesus could be felt, like a real live person. Yes, he was human at one time, ut not in my lifetime. Can He see my tears? Does He feel my pain? I'm not sure.