I never said this is where I thought I belong
But for a while, it felt like home
At night, it’s my throne room
In the morning, a catacomb
& that’s where I was born
This place is where I found
What I’ll be before I’m gone
Within the barren ground
I’ve never been accepted by the most
& sometimes, I hate to say
I was an outcast to outsiders
But sometimes they’d let me stay
They let me find my own
Helped me reach within the heart
But I’ve always been alone
Always wished just to depart
I never said this is where I could belong
But this place somehow felt like mine
At night, my reality
In the morning, my shrine
& in here I was thrown
In this place I can’t describe
To find the ones I’ve known
But I never had a tribe…
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It’s a strange feeling belonging. It’s nice to have privacy, but also to be welcomed. Seems like a battle more often then not, but I’m glad you shared this!
a battle is what it is.. wouldn’t find a better word myself.. thanks man!
I have this relentless need to join your tribe.
The rhymes here were impeccable.
Great message.. Another masterpiece.
maybe such a thing could make me abandon the philosophy of this poem.. still can’t thank you enough!
That last stanza is something to be remembered. Everything’s perfect about it (and the rest). A testimony in the best form possible. Bravo
this comment is to be remembered as well.. thank you