Homeless
Seeking completeness I've come so far.
Although, it has robbed myself out of me.
But here, I have crossed what seemed,
a bridge too far.
Counting hours on my fingertips, unfazed. Till,
nights are days and days are vague. Till,
my back fatigued and my feet are dead. Nevertheless,
all they get is a yes,
escaping my mouth, repeatedly, diligently.
Chaos, kept me humble.
Although, It has robbed myself out of me.
I dream of a place where I once belonged, home
Is what I now seek.
When I close my eyes, I feel home, bleeding
my eyes, kicking
my gut, dredging
my memory, rending
my heart. Yet closed are
my eyes.
Homeless by Jasleen Kaur
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