People say that home is where the heart is
Until recently, I didn't know what that meant
I thought home is where you live and spend your days
But that feels so empty
The walls are bare
and the air is cold
You can't sleep at night
and you're stuck with nowhere to go
I didn't know that home was the sound of your TV in the background
or the warmth of your laugh
I didn't know that home was the way you would scold me
or the way you rubbed my back
For now, I have refuge from this empty box
I can keep going back to your embrace
But when your embrace is gone,
my home will be gone as well
And then how long will it be until I have a home again?
11/06/14
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Poems (2014)
PoetryI haven't written much over the past couple of years, but I did write a few poems in recent months and I decided to torture you all. As before, my poems are inspired by experiences and the people around me. I haven't gotten any better but it can't...