I came home
To a wooden structure
Filled with cement and vintage decors.
But I felt homeless.
I came home
To pennies and cash
Plenteous for a solitary,
But I felt poor.
I came home
To books and poems
Filled with answers,
But I felt clueless.
I came home
To provisions
For breakfast, lunch and dinner,
But I felt hungry.
Then, I came home
To a familiar scent
That filled my nostrils
With joy and blessedness.
I came home
To laughters and bicker
To little people running around
And stepping on scattered toys.
To think id be in pain
To see such mess packed in one house.
To the sight of a human
Standing beside the sink.
I came home
To three splendid eyes
With lovely smiles, and now
I am home.
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Anthology by ohmissyxoxo
PoetryA collection of poems and writing that I have written over the years.
