home.
that is the name of a foreign place
an unknown place
a place my mind does not recognize
home.
a place I feel no comfort in
a place I wish to run away from
a place I wish to hide from
home.
broken glass for floors
stealth for walls
and thick metal for doors
home.
Its inhabitants all two faced plastic
all pompous friends
yet furtive enemies
home.
its outsides
filled with love, honor and harmony
but faker than a pseudonym
home.
how I wish to fly away from this nest
fly higher than a skyscraper
and leave all that polluted baggage behind
home.
how funny the title
what a complete rip off
to call such a place
home.
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Author:
Lady K (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2016 16:59
- Category: Sad
- Views: 38
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Comments1
Hi Lady K, I really like your poem.Its powerful with an uncomfortable edge to it.Its brilliant
Thank you so much
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