I was created far from hear,

A place no soul has e’er been near.

A place where roads end and start,

The place I’ve always kept my heart.

A place unchanged since I was born,

Yet like the sands this place is worn.

A place that bears the brunt of life,

A place where masks can’t hide the strife.

A place you can not break me down,

A place that’s loud without a sound.

There is no place like this on earth,

The place I’ve stayed in since my birth.

And never will I leave my place,

‘Cause when I do I make mistakes.

You’re probably wondering what it is,

This place I will share with my kids.

It’s a place in all of us,

Each their own place free of us.

The place where nothing goes unsaid,

My home, my place, is in my head.

04/24/2011

Author's Note: When critiquing my poems, will you please put what poetry form you think it is. I've never learned the differences in types of poetry.

Posted on 04/25/2011
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