Long Gone

They told me home is where you make it
They never said that it was a broken home
So maybe home is where you can stand to take it
Where the pain can settle in your bones

They told me home is where the heart is
But what if my hearts been misplaced?
Then would I even have a home to miss,
Or should I simply consider it erased?

What if I am gone, each piece of me?
What if I am nothing but a silhouette,
Left alone to just fade away slowly
Without regard to if I've quit yet

If home is where you make it,
Where all the memories spawn,
If home is where your heart is,
Then maybe my home is long gone

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

Sadly, I suppose, I not only liked this but connected with it BIG TIME...
The writing itself is penetrating and raw...my personal fav style (as the advice goes, "Write what you KNOW")
The feeling itself, If I had any kind of pysch training I could offer up all the usual text book mumbo jumbo "you're the classic caseof...." crap doctors are taught to say....
...but I believe more in patient-to-patient experience passed on::: "Home is learned along the way and its foundation built deep inside where few will even bother to look. Many will think they know and want to label you, fewer will try to listen and understand, most won't care. In the end, we carve our own roads in the earth , paint our own worlds in our heads and lock our hearts up for safe keeping...until the right thieves come round."

Thanks for sharing this 100

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have felt this...that my heart as home has been obliterated...as if some hurricane of pain has washed over it, leaving nothing but ruins...and i but a silhouette, a shadow lingering above it, wondering what happened.

[A. Amos]

Your world of creative writing takes your readers to different part of the world, that is form of magic and your spell:) simply amazing one of my fav...

[Sami Khalil]

Words of wisdom and relevance...Bravo..............