I'M exhausted.
I just wanna go home!~What it feels like to be alone,
What it feels like to be far from home.You don't know, but it hurts.
The eerie silence, grieving nuisance,
Better to be in a happy violence.Those poker faces and hateful glares,
Physically present; soul is somewhere.Those cruel actions and fickle minds,
But the world sees their fake shines.Had the Lord been more careful,
In preparing their souls,
Cuz' in place of a kind heart,
There is a big black hole.Was my head risen to bow; this I don't know.
Walls, furniture and heavy loans,
If they make up a home;
Tis' better to stay all alone.
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PoetryMy poetic work which expresses the feeling of how one longs for a home when he/she is actually staying at one. So close yet so far away.💔💔