Abandoned home

I see myself floating;

A fragile balloon mounting

To the distant land of skies

Where there are pieces of cotton,

And sunlights buried in them,

A haven to the world.

But,I don’t see you in sight.

I look around, again, in a hope

You will step out of the dark cloud

With little stars on your finger tips,

And leave the moondust behind.

But it rains instead,

And there is roaring of a heart.

I cannot fathom between the thunders

And the scream within me.

I will say it again,

a place without you is still

an abandoned home

that i keep running from.