Your Haven

Isn't your home supposed to be your haven,
To protect you from all the evil?
So what do you do,
And where do you run to,
When your home isn't your own,
And there's no place to hide
Your family doesn't understand you.
Nor do your friends.

You do not understand life,
It’s confusing like hell.
All your life you keep searching,
For peace and happiness,
And one day,
You die not knowing it.

~A Poem By Fizz

4 comments:

  1. hmmmm...... a thoughtful poem. A little tragic though, if one dies without knowing the comfort of a haven. Nicely written!

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    1. Thank you, Nirvana...
      Yup, Its really a tragedy... But I am glad, that you got what I was trying to say....

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