Home

He aimlessly cries for a place call home as everyone keeps telling him “soon” Reaches out with fragile arms Into an empty space of an eggshell white Only to be told “don’t do it” Glued to a bed that isn’t his own Wondering when he will be home As the white blocked ceiling slowly burn into his memory to replace what was his home People walking in and out with the freedom to leave as they please All he really wants is to be on his own two feet Walk out of this hell hole, free Free from the wires and the ongoing beeps Away from what others consider as “freaks” Just want to be home On my own soft cushioned bed Watching the programs and laugh Be with my love ones by my side But all of this seem like a dream that’s flying by