Home
The magic of a single word
Home
Warmth in the coldest of days,
A light in the dark
And darkness when the world is too bright it hurts
your eyes
Home
My personal space:
A reading corner,
A cup of hot chocolate or mocha
Home
Where no prying eyes seek you out of the crowd,
Where you can shut the door and let silence reign
Here I stand,
A lone soul in a vast expanse with no colour,
A destiny that seems to have left me,
Looking right and left
My eyes see nothing.
I stand here,
A person with the no name and soon to be eternally
forgotten,
A person longing for home.
This poem was inspired by this picture:
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