My home is not safe,
My home is not home,
For though people are there,
I'm still all alone.
My home is a house,
Simply a living place,
But of love or of joy,
You'll find no trace.
They say that is your home,
It's where you reside,
They tell me I'm wrong,
That I have lied.
They.
Are.
Wrong.
I'd run away,
To someplace somewhere,
Where I'd live in peace,
Without hate without care.
Green meadows,
Blue lake,
Where it's all real,
And nothing is fake.
I
Will
Run Away.
For I am free,
And I am someone,
For I live and breathe,
Under the sun.
They say this is my home,
But I know they are wrong,
For though I may live here,
It is not where I belong.
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The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...
