Moth Harris

Rookie - 20 Points (Oct 1st 1990 / Detriot)

A Poem About 'Home' - Poem by Moth Harris

A mind swept uneven
Across the hard wooden floor
Sure it's got a roof
and it's got a door
Can't call it home

A place to rest my mind
A place where the wind blows
and cools my nerves
Blows my stress away

Sadly I find it harder to obtain
A dry bed is where I've laid
And nothing else seems to matter
Because that's the life I portray

Comfort in small doses
Like a potion made for the heart
You are 'family' not 'home'
For you see my homes been torn apart

I can't seem to rebuild it
Any place I go
I can't find a place to rest my head
and call it my own

A place to go where I'm all alone
Only know that the wind has blown
and let it blow my stress away
but for now I don't feel at home

Comments about A Poem About 'Home' by Moth Harris

  • (12/4/2009 7:46:00 PM)

    join the club...few people ever feel at home. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/28/2007 1:53:00 AM)

    i realy enjoyed this piece. really touches home for me. i can never seem to find some place like you describe, until this site for it is my home. i have now a online family of poets for comfort and help me all the time. for at this home there is always someone there to support you an help you release your stress., great write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 25, 2011

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