Home Isn't Safe Read Count : 97

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My bed feels safe,

I feel comfortable here in bed.

Home doesn't feel very safe,

Feels like a prison.

My sheets are my shackles,

And my room is my cell.

I feel helpless,

Even when warm loving arm envelope me.

It's weird that my home isn't safe,

That around every corner could be a demon.

The demons want me to stay,

They want the outside world to forget me.

I fight back,

I fight the best I can, though it's hard to win.

Today home isn't safe,

But maybe tomorrow,

Home will be home.

Comments

  • Really makes you think.

    Aug 25, 2018

  • Róise  McQuaid

    Róise McQuaid

    there is so much this poem could mean

    Aug 25, 2018

  • Aug 25, 2018

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