Home is where the heart is
But there's no heart in her home
So she packed her bags and left this place
Ran 'way from the memories
Down the street
Turned at the corner
Kept going
going
gone
Until she reached some fields
Where there stood a rundown barn
A broken shack
Much like her broken home
To this barn she ventured
Tight-rope walking the skewed planks
Like she walked the fine line of sanity
She peered in through a hole
And saw nothing
It was empty
And suddenly a strange emptiness filled her
But it was welcome
Because for the first time in her life
She
was
free
Author notes
Credit - Image is from deviant art: http://oldschooltime.deviantart.com/art/It-Will-Come-The-Nightmare-81928543
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Megy206.
425 points, ended April 25, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I liked this poem because it made me think and I could feel the sadness. The poem had a strong story about broken homes and the affect on people.
These were my favourite lines:
'Home is where the heart is
But there's no heart in her home...
And suddenly a strange emptiness filled her
But it was welcome
Because for the first time in her life
She
was
free'
This had a good clear start and I really liked the end. The way you spaced out the last three lines/words really did help me to fell the freedom.
Good luck and thanks for entering.
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woooooo!
AMAZING!!! I really like the way you captured the mood. :] Very awesome Bails. I LOVE YOU!!!!
-Lily♥
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