Home Poem by N .
Home
This is a house,
It's not a home
The increasing shouts
Tell me I'm not home...
I'm not at home
It's not just my own
It's ours...
A house is what they call it
Well I say that's fit
Because these four walls
Have many flaws...
They do not make me feel
The way you do, it's unreal
These four walls never
Never felt like being home
Leaving me longing forever
In this space unknown...
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