Empty. Longing for home.. <br />Wondering, as I look around, why am I here? <br />Never feeling familiar surroundings, only <br />unknown ground... Not wanting to be here, any <br />more... <br />Home, I miss... <br />I continue to be swollowed up by it... wanting <br />to be back there... <br /> <br />I cry on my pillow lace...every night...<br /><br />Linda Mary Rachel Haungs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pillow-lace/
