Three Clichés

They say

home is where the heart is

and they talk about

the circle of life.

But home feels

more like a tomb,

which may be the final residence

but it’s no damn circle.

But, then again,

home is where the heartache is:

it’s piles of scorched possessions

and the relentless upkeep unkempt.

But, after all, I’m a rolling stone

so I’ll leave that moss behind.