My New Home

My New Home long poem

Uploaded by Zanele Angel

I feel all alone
In a dark place with no sign of life
Sign of life being happiness and love
The dark place is in my head
Cause I have created this place for myself to escape the reality
The reality that I am no good
What my family repeatedly thinks of
That my friends will always do better than me
When I am reminded of that
I go home, home is in my head, home is dark
But at least I am alone
Why would I remind myself that I am a failure?
I sit in darkness at my house
Negativity keeps ringing in my head
It rang repeatedly that one day I couldn’t take it anymore
I found myself saying Amen and things were never the same anymore
I am not alone
I am in a beautiful place with sign of life
Sign of life being happiness and love
The beautiful place is in my heart
Cause I created this place for myself to escape the darkness in my head
My heart stores my life treasures
My goals, dreams and aspirations
For as long as I have these treasures in my heart, I am good
I will beat any odds for as long as the man that created my new home, keeps it beating for me

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