It's a home
whose peaceful aura
rivals the heavens above.
It's a home
that resides
a familial father,
a maternal mother,
& a supportive sister.
It's a home
that welcomes me,
includes me,
& loves me.
It's not my home.
It's hers
He's not my father.
She's not my mother.
She's not my sister.
I don't have a home.
I need to remember that.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
