What I Can't Live Without

Though clothes are tattered and belongings thrown about. 

This vacant land ,is from where I shout.

I think of the thing I will miss the most ;while I plan my escape.

Is the sound of laughter or a fork scraping a plate.

The smell of family and the warmth from the air. 

Is what I will need most when there is nothing there. 

What I can't live without are those moments of joy. 

And with that thought in my head , as I sit on this shore. 

I think only of family because without them , I am without more.