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
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