A mind swept uneven <br />Across the hard wooden floor <br />Sure it's got a roof <br />and it's got a door <br />Can't call it home <br /> <br />A place to rest my mind <br />A place where the wind blows <br />and cools my nerves <br />Blows my stress away <br /> <br />Sadly I find it harder to obtain <br />A dry bed is where I've laid <br />And nothing else seems to matter <br />Because that's the life I portray <br /> <br />Comfort in small doses <br />Like a potion made for the heart <br />You are 'family' not 'home' <br />For you see my homes been torn apart <br /> <br />I can't seem to rebuild it <br />Any place I go <br />I can't find a place to rest my head <br />and call it my own <br /> <br />A place to go where I'm all alone <br />Only know that the wind has blown <br />and let it blow my stress away <br />but for now I don't feel at home<br /><br />Moth Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-about-home/
