Home

by melissa   Jan 16, 2007


Home.
Home is quite small
there's no room to crawl,
Still no one will break my fall.
Home.
It's bettween these four walls
I'm trapped inside
This is where I like to hide
this home is granted after suicide.
Home.
It's in the ground
where there's never a sound
no room to move around
Not a place to be found.
Home.
Is this grave
as dark as a cave,
when I wanted to be saved
they all look the other way
so now i lie in my home called the grave.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Raychil

    I really liked this. It was very unique and that always makes a poem better than it already is. I hope this isn't true though, but I can relate to it 100% so if you ever need to talk, I'll listen. Marvelous piece.

  • 17 years ago

    by Jemma

    Bloody hell. That's your first poem on here?

    Damn. That's good. I was not expecting the passage through it to lead to death or the grave it is well written and flows well.

    Jemma

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