A Poem Called "Home".

Home.


Home is where I suppose to belong,
but why do I feel so forlorn?
Maybe because the road takes too long,
or everything just went wrong?


My heart is not in the right place,
Do I have the rights to crave,
a heartwarming home where I feel safe?
or forever be trapped in a cage?


I once met a mage,
His job was to amaze,
and people would be in craze,
but he told me there was not his place.


My dream is to scream,
so people would seek,
the me that sleep,
with tears flow down my cheeks.


I want to run away,
to a place people can not say,
that I am not allowed to stay,
because they do not want to care.


In the end I went home,
because it feels very warm,
and I am a ticking bomb,
that will explodes not far long.


Now all I want to say is, "I am home".


Originally created by Eanaa