True Home

Broken hearted people,

sit and rot away.

Their minds are wasted,

they never see the light of day.

The families wonder,

why the past can't be forgotten.

Forgiven for the better,

but law is unswayable.

And so in jail they stay,

wondering where they belong,

with no visitors, all alone

trying to stay strong.

Some have repented,

others have not,

but none of them

are truly at home.

by: D.K.

J.B.