Sometimes walls are comforting and secure
while other walls seem like a prison make.
Sometimes places hold a comfort zone
while others hold an alien atmosphere.
Sometimes we feel not wanted
while other times we feel like home.
Sometimes we feel trapped by circumstance
and all the time we want to be free.
Sometimes a break is not a break
but just our prison walls make.
It is then we wish we were far away
in the comfort of our home.
16 September 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem