A Home? Poem by Melissa Schreuder
A Home?
My home is not a home,
not a place to call my own,
not a place where I can sleep peacefully,
not a place where I can sing or dance about it.
My home is not a place where i can think,
not even a place to breath,
not a place to feel welcomed and worm,
not a place to go back to just to leave behind,
not a place to be happy,
not a place to be soothed.
My home is not my home,
not a place to call my own.
A home? what is that word i don't know?
Awww...that's a great peom but sad..and its touching...I can feel your sorrow...but I
again sad write....cheer up young lady..................10+++++++++++++.........
this is surely not a home, very nice, i like the way you expressed these feelings of yours clearly and precise. +10
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4/24/2024 7:51:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
your poem is amazeing i can feel the pain and sorrow by the way you write... I dnt mean to show you pity but im sorry if your going throw some things that really cant be told! ! Im glad you find your escape throw writing and not suicidal attempts! ! i have a friend who seems to find his way out that way! ! .......... and it sucks cuz i was once in love with him and now he says he wants to die? ? ? ? ? i guess im tellling you this because it started from his home to which he feels he does not have!