Home Is Where...

Vacant shadows and empty spaces

Blind darkness my vision chases

And I run, from room to room

Eternal walls like infinite prisons

Echo the trumpet of doom

The overhanging roof looms

With its coffin like lid

And suffocates me

As I strive to find

The niche called home

Pity, I looked not within

For in the alcove of this heart

Sits, till death doth tear apart

Someone – exactly like you, for

Home is where the heart is.

~Vikram C~

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