Home Poem by Hermione Femalton

How could this be happening?
I don't know what to do.
Is this a sort of punishment?
How could this be true?

I feel I'm losing every-thing,
I feel It's got my soul.
The black-ness hurts my eyes,
and I know that I'm not whole.

But there's something that will save me;
I crave with all my heart.
I want to be at home again
Before I fall apart.

I want to see my father,
I need my mother's touch.
I want to hold my brother,
I want it oh, so much.

They told me that I'd love it,
And I, I thought them right.
But to my astonishment,
I found I had to fight.

I know I'm not alone,
But I feel there's no-one there,
It just gets so repetative,
I find it hard to bear.

I want to see my house,
Not just a fleeting glance,
I want to sleep in my own bed,
And I want it all to last.

I could escape the emptiness,
I wouldn't feel so alone.
I'd finally be happy;
If I could just go home.

Jan.2009