No Home For Me


Home is not a place on Earth,

Nor where my heart may be-

For here now, in this trying time,

There is no home for me.


I've nothing to even call my own,

And no one, to call me theirs.

Life has shown me abundantly,

That no one actually, really cares.


The place I lay my head at night,

Is but merely a spot to rest,

While life continues to try my will,

And put me through another test.


I don't even have the desire now,

To fight these battles any more.

My body, mind and soul are weary,

And battered through to my very core.


Life has worn out it's welcome mat,

And telling me, to move on my way.

Why remain where you're so unloved,

And no one wants you to stay?


But when you have nowhere to go,

In this world that's gone awry,

You go to sleep almost every night,

And simply will die...



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Carcass's picture

Great poem

Great flow and structure.  Clever use of words! 

KindredSpirit's picture

It is sad

That we go through life

And have such a problem

Of finding   " Real Love  ".

I hope it is just a passing phase.


Egotistical people dont help matters.

cathycavalcante's picture

Thank you. Its not about

Thank you. Its not about anyone or any place in particular...its simply about how I feel about 'life itself' sometimes...

This world is not my true home, but someday, Heaven will be. :)

I do have my 'real love' and he is still just that. <3

Sadly though, this is what depression can do to a person's thoughts at times.


KindredSpirit's picture

Good to hear

That makes me feel better for you.

I know what you mean about depression

But I always pray to live.

I am happy for you that you still have

Your special one.

IT IS what we all need.


It was a good poem.

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Thank you, Jason. :)

Thank you, Jason. :)