Norman Santos - Hostel

I rang the bell… <br />Impatient and dour <br />From the stride <br />In the drunken alleys <br />Deluged by the moon <br />Searching for a place, <br />A stale room <br />Inept and incomparable <br />To the grandest places <br />Stashed in the foliage <br />Of sunken pockets <br />Of gnarled hallways <br /> <br />A place <br />Where I am found <br />Welcomed <br />Nursed <br />Injected with fire <br />Bloated and ballooned <br />To take flight <br />Because, after all <br />The fray will end <br />And there will not be <br />Another vacancy… <br /> <br />I rang the bell <br />And ran away, <br />Astray, <br />Breathing death <br />Back to solitude <br />Back to the alleys <br />Less the places <br />Where I found myself.<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hostel/