Home...

I still breathe the same air
But this air has become like smoke.
And it's clogging my lungs.
It's getting harder for me to breathe,
With each tomorrow that comes.
And time still goes on.
So I sit here in the rain,
Under stormy grey clouds.
Cause all I see is pain
But this is home.

And I still feel like I'm drowning,
As the words try to make their way up my throat.
Words that I never said.
The words I will never be able to say.
But time still goes on.
As you make your way to the end of my street,
I cave in defeat.
So I lay here in terrible pain,
Wondering when the sky will turn blue.

In this place I call,
Home...


..::FreedomPoet::..

     N.J.T