No longer is this house a home for me

No longer do the lights brighten my day.

No longer do these wall make me feel safe inside.

No longer will this roof shelter my head.

No longer will this place hold me in.

No longer are these bed sheets calling my name.

No longer are these pillows dragging me to sleep.

No longer does this fridge hold food I desire.

No longer does this kitchen have me over for dinner.

No longer is the room owned by me.

No longer is this house a home for me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

tell me what other lines you could come up with for this poem.

View lostboyjojo's Full Portfolio