Home

by Amanda Sloan   Jul 31, 2006


Yet again another night has fallen upon me
It may not have been Paris but at least I felt at home
I"m surrounded by all the things I used to love
I just need home
I'm clinging to the line or two that used to mean something
The words were so flat
I can't find the stars tonight
It's clouded by a more distracting view
I'm blessed and don't take for granted but I just feel so far
Another morning has run past me
I crawl out of bed just to see the last bit of sunlight touch the clouds making a gorgeous array of oranges and pinks
Most would say what a day
I would say what a day
But instead of the normal response
I utter nothing and go back to sleep
It's like I'm in somebody else's scene
Nothing about this place is me
I'm home but I'm missing home
This can't all be a waste
I"ll continue telling myself this
I've truly become a disgrace
I'm just too far
Where is home?

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