What does home remind you of?
The burning, stinking smell
Of regrets.
The toxic air
That still hasn't left my lungs.
Sobs.
That even the locked doors
Couldn't stop
From seeping inside my ears.
Tears that rained upon
Pillows at night.
Broken hearts.
And the continuous
Search for love,
That was never really found.
......
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
