Poem: No Room

There used to be places
that were comfortable and safe.
Gone there to rest
after working or playing hard.
Some at friends houses,
some at my own,
somewhere I lost them,
now I'm nowhere at all.
No comfortable space
for nigh on ten years.
No place to relax,
no shoulder for tears.
It's time to get going,
the check-out's at noon.
I just keep on walking,
keep missing my room.