This poem was written after watching a film about teens running away from home and experienced the real challenges in life.
Don’t runaway from home
Runaway and be alone
Don’t be like him who went in the wilderness
Where life is a mess
To grab a dirty floor for a rest
But here comes a pour of rain
Then later was forced to move again
Eat late and even more
A glass of cold milk can’t even afford
With eyes closed, slept on a forbidden bed for a living
An hour after, put inside pocket one or two pieces of paper in green
Then find a better place to stay in.
Slept on a rental bed, and used it as his own
A clean sheet… a colored t.v…
But tomorrow as he rises, the telephone rang
He was thrown out because he paid only for a night
Then found himself back to where he began.
Until one day of depression
A day of isolation
He realized and longed for his home
Where he remembered…
His clean sheet…his colored t.v…
And when the morning comes
His mom was knocking just to check him
I knew his footsteps way back home…
Thank God… I’m in my own bed.
