No Home

This place is no home

Just a cage for my soul

I sit inside, alone

Waiting to feel whole

 

There is no comfort here

No peace, no rest

It only feeds my fears

And fuels my distress

 

A roof, some walls, a floor

Comparable to a prison cell

I come “home”, close the door

And enter my own personal hell

 

I gaze out the window

At the world- vast and wide

As I watch the moon glow

I crave anything but inside

 

I was bright, I was brave

I was wild, I was free

But inside this cave

I am everything but me

Reviews

[Leonine]

the pains description is nice,also there is a oxymoron in your poem both the elements of pain and its cure, but mostly pain is conveyed, an from it i can picture a bird in a imaginary cage with bars of loneliness..