What's Home?

Honestly, I published this before I could hate it anymore than I already do.

It’s dark, dingy, here,

The stench of mold is strong.

Wherever here is,

Wherever I’ve run to.

I couldn’t take it anymore,

Living there.

In that place full of,

Disgust, hatred.

I didn’t fit in,

of course not.

No one loves there,

Home is full of greed.

But here,

It’s dark, lonely,

Much better than “home.”

What’s a home?

I'm alone with my thoughts,

for the first time in years.

I could do anything,

Relax.

This feels like a dream,

With a touch of reality.

I don’t want to wake up,

I never will.

Reviews

[Ella]

Again. Amazing. We might not have been reading the same piece, I thought it flowed very nicely but if you do want new words try using an online thesaurus and see if that can help. You're really good Trevor...

[Trevor]

I actually did do that, and went back and edited it! I like it a bit better now, also. Thank you. (:

[Ella]

I think I love it enough for both of us so it's okay :) you're welcome :)