A home of sorts

With my mother
Our home is an old cooker
Rotting and rusting
In the woods

The heart feels empty
No feeling of comfort or safety

We live in a broken cooker
Among the trees

But nothing is lost
When it was never there
Though something is missing still

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2 thoughts on “A home of sorts

  1. thanks for visiting Rumi, i think your the only visitor that calls 🙂 yes, this poem is about a dream I had when I was five years old. I the dream, I remember looking at this old cooker dumped in among the trees and my Mother was with me, but looking distracted, It was the feeling of abandonment and loneliness that were more memorable in the dream that the content really

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