Another Place, A Poem

Leaving at
four
in the morning
to
work because
my home life
has turned
to hell:
I used
to reserve that word for
my job,
but it's
now a
place I go
to get away
from a stress and burden
too sad,
too strange
to believe.
I seek
       another
       place far
       from home,
       from working,
       a place where
       words
       heal old,
       deep wounds.