DEAD HOMES

And one day
I will walk out of
This hell of sweet chaos
Where my soul is manacled,
Drenched to the core
In pain, remorseful
Sorrows of an
Unabated will of
Wretched humans.
Perhaps, the truth is
I have nowhere to go.
The home is destroyed
The home is vanquished
The home, my home, a home
  - was home.
Now, a graveyard of smiles
Which haunts more than
It pays.
And one day I will
Walk out of this hell- home
To the mountains of peace.
~ASNA AZHAR