Home Poem by Jayne Doe

I feel at home
On the winding road
Where the lonely, lost
And broken roam
With knowing glances
And sorrowful smiles
We don't have to say
What we scream with our eyes
Once in a while
We'll sit with another
Knowing we'll never
Fill up each other
We'll leave as empty
As when we came
We're still the same
Though things have changed
The only thing
We know for certain
Is life gets lost
Behind a curtain
We don't know how
To pull it back
So the play goes on
With an audience lacked
And we feel the silence
When our scene is done
Can't stand still
But there's nowhere to run
So on empty roads
Of tired actors
Who have nothing left
But what they are
We share the sorrow
Of an honest few
With no direction
Unsure what to choose
Though we have a goal
It can't be reached
We can only practice
And cannot preach
Cuz the world doesn't want
To hear the few
Who don't already
Match their views
So we go on home
To a winding road
Where we walk together
All alone.