Louise Batt - Home?

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

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