The Divine Comedy of "Home"

"Home” was more like a hell I roamed

Quiet nights unknown

Our tolerance for him was outgrown

For years I felt alone

Promises broken I became a clone

Addictions became my emotion

My childhood was stolen

And so I began my adolescent self-corrosion

An impending implosion.

Yet one voiced distaste and began a commotion

They knew it was death I truly chased

My flaws and all they embraced

Released from the hell in which i was encased

From a friend now and eternally with a feeling of home I was graced.

But still at war internally

Lying to my mother and sister under perjury

But they showed love not fury

Released from hell I step into purgatory, they are the feeling home in all it’s purity.

Self-reflections became more exploratory

Looking into my soul from my own observatory

A man lost in his own fallacies my addictions were nugatory

Nothing but a false rationality

Unable to accept my repressed reality

I fell into my own tragedy

Questioning my own morality

But through progression gratefulness for my friends and family

Stood by me through every depression

And every unneeded aggression

If I am like my father that is no longer a question

Forgiven of all my transgressions

I am yet to enter true Paradiso, but these people I love are my home and that’s my true heaven.