Home is my burning desire.
My soul has been set on fire.
Feelings of lost hope.
I am on a downward slope.
Dreams crushed as no tomorrow,
With none left to share or borrow.
Aromas of the unknown,
of the forced place I must call home.
Nothing can replace a loss such as this,
Not a supple, passionate kiss.
Nothing sentimental or kind
Can keep this tragedy far out of my mind.
Sympathy is not what I need,
None of this is under my control.
I can not change a person, their goal.
Only I, can flourish within and grow.
Yet pain and emptiness still remains.