I sit here feeling nothing
Nothing at all,
People say a home brings back memories
But all this place reminds me of are the people who wish me to fall,
And thats not negative thinking just the shown facts,
I see my use to be friends
And my once friendly neighbors,
I see a teared down community instead of the quiet peacefulness of nature,
I hear screams everywere but nowhere
I see the struggles and the deaths growing hugely instead of growing less,
But what i dont see is a better tomorrow
What i don't see is a true home i dont see a better famliy,
All that i see i that am facing this world
ALONE!!!!!!!!!
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Anonymous (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Every day the things and people sorrounding me grow worst. Every minute that passes by represents thousands of deaths and the bundle of happiness forced from our communities. In the midle of all the violence and hate people are being left lonely and physically and emotionally teared down. Most children are becoming neglect that most including my self turn to day dreaming to get away from the heart ache within and outside our homes.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
We're all here to support you. Great write, and (a day late) welcome to mps!
Thanks for your support you have no idea what it means to me. Thank you.
As Hopey said we are here to support you, go forward in the knowledge that we are here for you.
Thanks you for your encouragement and for reading my work.
A home full of neglect is not a home or ideal place to stay
Home is wherever you are comfortable living the one place you would always live to play
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