Of House and Home
They are two things but not alike
One a structure, the other an infrastructure
How sad to live in one but not under one
Dreams are born within them yet if love
is the latter what purpose did they serve
but to become fear, hurt and loneliness
We've chased a thousand rainbows, only to
find they lead to nowhere
Begin anew has always been the quest never ventured
and the days and nights became years of dark
isolation lived and suffered by many
When does it end you ask.. Silence is all one hears
Deafening to your cause, indifferent to pleas
cried within
Life is too short to abandon happiness, take charge
and onward is the cry today for your tomorrows
Anything less would become you in the wasteland
of wishes and dreams that never cane true
No Tinkerbell here and quite possibly no happily ever afters
You see a house is not a home when the foundation
of it is empty of both heart and soul
Just two things that need to be, if it is to be called house and home
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