Home Poem by Stuart Doggett

Home



The snake that’s so familiar stirs deep within its cage
And does something that shows how much it’s really changed,
The line has been broken, the connection has been unmade,
Lost inside the memories that are labelled “yesterdays”.

Lights that shine into the eyes seem somehow distant,
Lives left living here seem stuck in those instants,
Time ticks by, time ticks by, barely sensing its existence,
New becomes old, old becomes new, never changing from a distance.

The little boy walks along dragging his balloon by its string,
And every time he turns around he sees his home behind him,
Wherever he goes, whatever he does, it is always with him
And as he grows he begins to see that home is just a feeling,
Home is just a feeling,
Home is just a feeling.

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