What is home?
Is it a place masked with flowery tombs,
Where a dead heart lies with a pretentious smile?
What is home?
Is it where your saccharine passion is stolen,
Replaced with a hammer and mold?
What is home?
Is it where the clutches of insanity roam free,
Whispering death and fantasies?
What is home?
Is it where the noises flow endlessly,
Until your veins become icy blue?
What is home?
Is it a place where the tongue is numb,
As you feel your flesh falls apart?
What is home?
Is it where you count your fears,
Until you forget what you love?
What is home?
Is it a place where blood falls from your eyes,
as you land your head on the pavement?
What is home?
Is it where your soul is tied,
Forever imprisoned in an abyss called "family"?
What is home?
Is it just a silly dream,
That I will never be able to reach?
- Chris Rolfe
For you, what is home?
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Reveries & Wonders
PoetryI bleed words and turn them into literary pieces. A collection of my poems and short stories. Photo by: Hannah Busing
