This place is no home
Just a cage for my soul
I sit inside, alone
Waiting to feel whole
There is no comfort here
No peace, no rest
It only feeds my fears
And fuels my distress
A roof, some walls, a floor
Comparable to a prison cell
I come “home”, close the door
And enter my own personal hell
I gaze out the window
At the world- vast and wide
As I watch the moon glow
I crave anything but inside
I was bright, I was brave
I was wild, I was free
But inside this cave
I am everything but me
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SheWasTheSun (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2016 04:30
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"No Home" or "A Cage for the Soul".
SheWasTheSun brings light with her words....
Keep writing,
Lysi.
You are too kind. Thank you so much for the encouragement Lysi!
HOME - is where the heart is ! BUT - If your home had no heart it is (as you say) just an "empty cave". We all experience that sometime ! Every blessing. Love the structure of the poem - quatrains and a consistent abab cdcd etc rhyme pattern. The poem has great flow - Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
Great poem love the dark edge to it
Thank you very much!
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