Homesick

Sometimes it feels like the worlds I walk with my mind are more real than the one I live and breathe in.

This world is not where I wish to be

I want to go home

I wish to see the fields of Cyrodill

I want to walk the Jerall Mountains

I want to go home

I would stroll the streets of Solitude

I wish to buy from Carlotta

I want to go home

I will sing the song of Moradin

I will see the gates of Silverymoon

I want to go home

I wish to dance the Varisian way

I would walk the path's not yet found

I want to go home

Regdar, Lidda, Mialee, Jozan

I will never be these places

Or meet these peoples

To me you are more real than paper allows

I want to go home

Reviews

[Caftra]

A shame to think so many people find their real homes within places that others consider to not exist. But in those places we feel greater and more intact than we ever could be anywhere else. A nice read W.H. keep going

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Must be a splendid place....:).................

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sometimes i feel same. like i am at wrong place. i wanna go back to my home land. and when i go back i realize there is no place like home. all changed even old friends and my family. thank you for your poem it describe well . what everybody feel.