How you reach out
To the day
When you finally can come home
The day before your return
Saying goodbye
You could handle the world
You are happy
The night before your return
You lie in bed
Feeling miserable
You understand
You understand
Your home isn't home anymore
You don't feel happy
At the place they call home
You don't look forward
Because this place called home
Makes you want to stay away
As long as possible
This place called home
Makes you sick
Your lovely home
Has turned in to a place
Where all your demons
Rest
You have successfully described a home overtaken by demons. You've taken the readers with you. While we pray this kind of situation doesn't happen to our worst enemies, we should also guard ourselves against any complacence or any faltering from our side.
Beautiful write.... Lovely home, where all your demons rest.....Enjoyed reading it.
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i'm sure this has meaning for you. well-written. the only suggestion is to look at Has turned in to a place. thanks for sharing. i thought, as i read this, that the person was about to be released from a prison or hospital. :) there's no place like home, unfortunately, does not always ring true!