I used to dream of a house
with four walls.
Standing almost 10 feet tall
inside were memories I dare not share,
and feelings that I couldn't bare.
I dreamed that a house was a place
where you grew.
But I found out soon that those
homes weren't true.
I dreamed that homes were build from love,
However, the only homes I knew
seemed deprived of.
I've come to this conclusion,
as the rain fell from up above.
Home is not a house build tall.
There aren't four walls that
will not fall.
An imaginary home that doesn't
seem to exist.
So many memories and feelings dismissed.
.
I used to dream of a house,
with four walls.
Now I don't dream of anything,
nothing at all.
About the Creator
Serrena Gragg
Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.
More from me at
https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead
xoxo,
S.g
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