P.O.V.

the stars, the sky the twinkling beetle skin home is just a memory the brick and clay the scratchy, knitted clothes the ashy air the muggy clouds the swampy ground and mire the rot of slowly fading age Home the worst place in terms of factual the happiest I have ever been the work the scar the ash the blood the everyday toil nothing easy nothing pure but beauty in the creatures beauty in their smiles a desolate arena the holder of my heart my mind my loyalty my home