Linda Mary Rachel Haungs
Pillow Lace - Poem by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs
Empty. Longing for home..
Wondering, as I look around, why am I here?
Never feeling familiar surroundings, only
unknown ground... Not wanting to be here, any
Home, I miss...
I continue to be swollowed up by it... wanting
to be back there...
I cry on my pillow lace...every night...
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