Addicted

The feeling of loneliness

My journey to my home was almost
Halfway there
But what is a home
To me?
It may be a place with laughter
Emotions bouncing off walls
Love

Is that what they call it?
Then my journey to this
Place
With a roof and a place to sleep
Was almost halfway there

I'm here!
But no one hears me
Or gives me the slightest recognition
That they see me
Under my skin and into my heart
That pumps blood unwillingly

With a secret wish to just halt
And let the time pass
And bring disappointment
To those that I thought
To have that same secret wish

Once again I'm addicted
Longing for the attention
That is non existent
In this place
But no one hears me

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This was a great way to express being in a crowd and not feeling like they saw you, or that you even where there at all. It's a hard day when others are so into the'r own worlds that they forget to take notice of those they are supposed to love.

Thanks for sharing!
Aaron Wolfie Maycroft

[KatiePie]

I love this, this poem points out the difference between a house and a home, and that difference, as we all know so well, is a family.