My home is no more

My home is no more

What's worse is that I have

forgotten how to build it again

I have been under people's roof for too long 

The cold air shivers my tiresome soul

My home is no more

I don't sense belongingness 

The unfamiliar scent is sickening my mind

I am an alien

Never have been in right pace

Always have been out of place 

My home is no more

No more twirling around 

No more sun peeking through the window, 

Kissing my apple cheeks and

Merrily dancing till our legs collapse 

My home is no more

No more for anyone 

The warmth died out and

My soul had fallen into slumber

As quiet as the corpse 

I am an empty vessel

Wandered and will wander

Till I recall how to build my home again

-Kimberly F Fernandes