Home?

Put yourself in my shoes. You'll know how exactly what is it like living here.

What is home?

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where your loved ones are.

Is a house really a home?

When our loved ones are gone?

The unloving.

Unforgiving.

Unfaithful...

Just another empty building.

Just another empty room.

With a stranger...

I know him.

I know her.

No...

I don't. 

Not anymore...

Home is where my heart is.

It is not here...

Here is a burning hell.

Masked by friendly faces.

A masquerade party every day.

Every night.

A dark blackness shadowing me...

Everywhere I go.

Take me alive.

To a place I call home.

Into a warming embrace-

That I can hold onto. 

Where is my home?

Where do I belong?

...

This air is tainted...

Stained with an evil malice. 

My heart belongs to only one.

One place...

I shan't stay in this empty void.

Crowded with a nothingness.

That cannot fill my soul.

I speak for myself.

I want liberation.

No longer caged-

Finally,

I am free.

...

Author's Note

Hah it sounds weird from my point of view. xP
just came back from a friend's house for the weekend. Epic~

Reviews

[Sleeping Maiden]

This is a beautiful piece! I loved it! And i can definately relate to this!
it's true, home is where the heart is. You have talent with your words. Please keep writing. =) I enjoyed this poem. Nicely done!
I love the emotions you made me feel as i read it..

[Suditi]

Wow!
This makes an impact!
Superb write.