the nonexistence

lost in a place called home

it was a sharp summers day,

i gaze upon this place i am supposed to call home,

this is supposed to be a new start,

some would say its a positive change,

but all i can see are the clouds of guilt rolling over the hills,

making me come to the realisation that i am once again,

lost in a place called home.                                                                              ~j.p