I'm home

A mess of a dreamer

Cold night and dark room,

it's what she calls it home. 

Her bed is empty tonight  

I wonder, where did she go?

Maybe she's late, and she'll be home soon.

Maybe she left a note, in front of your bed

down the stairs.. ?

No, but her bike is still here, 

right in front of the door.

Maybe she's lost and doesn't know where to go anymore..

Have you searched for her, in her room?

You mean that cold empty room?  

She opens up the door.. Mom, I'm  home!

Reviews

[Numidienne]

Cold night and dark room,
it's what she calls it home. I like these two lines

[foufa la perle]

Yeah, I like them too. :) Thank you for reading it!

[Chris]

so many questions you feel within when it's real apprehension you feel... lil bits and pieces of who you are fall away - and it's always in their eyes if you look hard and full - fear, confusion, and uncertainty...

[foufa la perle]

How do you do that? I mean, how do you see all of that, just through some words? That's amazing!

[Chris]

that is what makes us the person we are... our perception of "real" - don't you think?

[foufa la perle]

True! Thank you so much!

[Cool Girl]

I love the imagery! I could picture a home in my mind. Spectacular job dear! You're very talented :)

[foufa la perle]

That was what I needed to hear. Thank you for your support! :)

[Cool Girl]

You're welcome! Thanks for being my friend :)

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

What a lovely piece of work here. I love to compliment writers who can accomplish a lot with just a few lines and that is exactly what you did here. This is so profound and full of meaning to the poet. I can tell. Keep up the good work. Stay inspired.

[foufa la perle]

You always find a way to light u my day. Thank you so much! Means a lot!