Home

I wrote this poem about two homes. One represents the good times in life and the other the opposite. The other is where I end up in the end.

I’m coming home,

It’s been a while,

White picket fences didn’t last.

I’m all alone,

Will take some time,

To make this pain a thing of past.

 

From chirping birds to screaming ravens,

From grass green to a garden empty,

From a safe space, a peaceful haven,

To screeching silence, fear, unsafety.

 

I’m at the doorstep, please let me in,

I guess I missed this solemn home,

I will forget where I have been,

And promise this to call my own

 

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