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I have lots of places I could lay my head

But I don’t have a place that I call home

I am disillusioned and lost in what home even is anymore

I always thought home was that warm feeling at grandma’s

Gathered in the kitchen or out upon the lawn

Although I was never able to recreate that on my own

I thought home was family and love

I have since learned I don’t think either exist

Today it seems, everyone lives for themselves

Never caring about the feelings of others or those around them

One day I may find home

But for now, I must wander and continue to search

For those days lost at grandma's

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