My home is empty,
wherever I stand I'm blind.
I've never lived in this land.
Fifteen and I got to say yes to the first boy who asked,
two months later and I made him cry.
I could never understand why
they didn't want to get out of this place.
This is home?
'This is home',
I've never felt compelled.
I've always seen my area
as a place I simply dwelled.
It's not that I don't love those within this isle
It's just I'd hoped there was more to see.
But what person doesn't have a home?
Is it just me?
Very heartfelt poetry! Keep writing...you write from the heart!
ReplyDeleteSorry I can't comment on your current poem over at dVerse. DisQus is Greek to me. If you used Blogger or wordPress, I could comment. Thank you for commenting on my poem. I read yours and it is very touching....but I don't get how Disqus works.
ReplyDeleteThankyou both, yeah DisQus seemed like a brilliant solution but it doesn't seem to be on the ball, my blogger wasn't working for me for a bit but it ended up being a combination of my computer & phone (oh technology!). I think I'm going to make a new site soon, get back to dVerse antics and reading more of your poetry.
DeleteI can't comment either on your poem over at D'verse ~ I specially like the last stanza, short and crisp of lover's flame ~
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