What if your home is not where the heart is?

Just a cube of four walls.

A place where relations gather; but utterly absent of warmth.

Sterile and cold as the winter season,

Devoid of love.

As cool as the concrete of which it is composed.

Submitted: April 06, 2019

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Very true...most people's homes have become a vessel to hold their belongings. Enjoyed this piece. In my opinion, it is what a poem is: a small group of words capturing the unvarnished truth. Maybe sad, maybe happy,but always heralding something bigger than the poem and poet.

Sat, April 6th, 2019 3:29pm


thank you for taking the time to read

Sun, April 7th, 2019 5:11am


Too often true, I think, Holmesy.

Sat, April 6th, 2019 7:12pm

LE. Berry

I believe we've all had those moments Holmesy, but at times for some of us, they are longer than they should be...

Mon, April 8th, 2019 12:27am


tx for taking the time to read

Mon, April 8th, 2019 4:32am

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