This House is Not a Home
poem by:
Dakota Haggerty
Written
on Jan 13, 2015
This house is not my home My life resides elsewhere This house is not my home there is nothing here for me If this house was my home I wouldn't want to leave This bedroom has my bed but it is not where my head drifts to sleep This living room is full of people who I cannot say I love If this house was my home I could relax This house has windows windows I look through, waiting This house has a kitchen with food I do not eat If this house was a home I wouldn't love leaving If this house my home I would hate it all the same
Tags: depressing, deep,
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A previous user commented:
A home isn't where you hang your hat, It's where you hang your heart. But sometimes, there's no one home.
