Prison Home

sitting on my own
wondering all alone
whether this is home
which came to me like a boom
wishing to be swept with a broom.

is this home I ask myself?
Entangled all alone
Seeking for whom to disentangle
Yet of no avail.

sometimes I ask myself
Is home not a place of rest?
Is home not a place of relaxation?
But mine I thought is insusceptible
Oh home! why art thou so to me?

On a wonderful day
Trying to rest
Awkwardly deprived by clumsy voices
Such a mood changer it is
Heart still crying a river
Is this home I ask myself?

Gazing through the window
Seeing mates mingle
This makes me grumble
Because I won`t be like them
But I was told not to worry
That after rain comes sunshine
Is this home I ask myself?