Home Poem by Him Name

a home is a warm place full of love and happiness but i live in a house not a home it is a place were i sleep i eat but not much else i have no fond toughts about this place as i sleep i have few dreams little do they relate i sit in this place thinking as did i when i was a boy in that dark corrner of this place wondering why... why does the rain burn yet i feel so numb is it for that lost love i once felt i see the curious eyes outside inside the death looms the respect burns the lonlyness rots and the fear eats away the blood in this shell has stoped its flow when will my rebirth come? if it wasnt for that on kiss...no not to blame her for my misstakes i must not weap for it too long before the sun burns it all away