The darkness engulfs me,
how quickly it feels like home.
The only place where my mind roams..
free.
Where every emotion is felt, and heartache is commonplace.
I scream to escape
it, but no one hears me.
I write to make sense of it,
but I still don't understand.
The place where I truly feel me,
no pretenses.
Home is everything this is,
yet nothing like this place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The place where I truly feel me, no pretenses. Home is everything this is, yet nothing like this place. Excellent ending. You seem to make sense of it on some level.