Your care, kindness is
The brightest light
In the darkest of
The night, so bright
That it's totally blinding;
Making me lose my sight,
My thoughts, my self-view,
And on top of everything else,
My self.
I wonder what sort of
Care it is that has my heart
Constantly bleeding
And clutching with
Need for an escape.
Sobs wrecking my throat
But never making their
Way out. I always
Thought that "home"
Was supposed to be where
You could be you
But I always have
My hands clutched around
The handles of an invisible
Suitcase, seeking an escape
That I find no where.
I wonder where my
"Home" Is, or am I
Born with a fate with
No home to return to
At the end of the day?
YOU ARE READING
For Instagram
ŞiirOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
