This isn't at all
how i pictured it to be
Drawing and paint have and are
Still withering away
Where I stand
Is where I was
Only a few years ago
It looked so much happier
And peaceful then
But now
Nothing is how I remembered it to be
They say it is supposed to be
The most comforting place
In the world
But, this is not
My real home
As it was
Once before
Louise Batt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-159/
