Wondering in the lonely streets <br />Speaking in the strange crowd <br />Roaming in the empty spaces <br />Watching and hearing the world <br />As it moves-on in the rush <br /> <br />Remembering the times when <br />One rested in the warmth <br />Of the peaceful surroundings <br />And living together under <br />One roof and behind four walls. <br /> <br />But outside of those four walls <br />It feels like being crushed <br />Between the walls of loneliness <br />And being soaked in the rain <br />Outside that one roof. <br /> <br />Searching for a place to lie down <br />With a heavy heart that <br />No longer feels anything <br />And looking hard into other’s eyes <br />To recognize if they are our own. <br /> <br />But whatever we do <br />Or wherever we go <br />Whatever we say <br />Or whatever we ask <br />A place like home <br />We will never find.<br /><br />Rayan Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-like-home-2/
