Source: We Heart It
Stranger in My Home
On days like this
Nights when I cannot sleep
Wandering from room to room
Searching …
For something …
Anything that is familiar
I am a stranger in my home
Memories follow me
like ghosts
Floating through my mind
Confusing me …
Haunting me …
Keeping me awake …
There is nothing familiar
Nothing left that I remember
Only a house with emptiness
yet filled with things
things I don’t need
And …
Cannot release
Who have I become?
Does it matter?
There is only me
in my solitude
But …
alone …
never lonely …
Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Jul 13, 2016 @ 18:58:01
LOVE THIS ANNIE! it is perfect, I so get this … I have nothing else to add … XXXOOO
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 19:09:22
Knew you of all people who would get this:) Thanks Shelly!
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 19:11:31
I so did … have been doing it a lot lately …
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 19:15:45
I know … can tell … feel
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 18:59:16
very nice!
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 19:15:18
Thanks for reading a leaving your kind comment!
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 21:59:32
Beautiful imagery.. As always 💗
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Jul 13, 2016 @ 22:02:55
Thanks Suz 🙂
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Jul 14, 2016 @ 10:31:12
Understand and like this, Annie. In many ways, the opposite of what I’d have to write…a stranger in that those I share this house with don’t know me, so I have been lonely. Family doesn’t always beat back loneliness. And I can be alone without feeling lonely. Everybody has their own life, likes, etc.
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Jul 14, 2016 @ 19:06:10
Thanks Robert … the older I get the more I feel like this … having no family left I wonder more and more what will become of it all.
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