My House is Not a Home
My home is now a lonely place filled with pain,
A grieving soul lives here with nothing to gain.
Surrounded by darkness overwhelmed with shame,
He is living a solitary life but has no one to blame.
Here is a place I have been living after my tragic loss,
It is a place that holds only shattered dreams across.
It’s a place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,
I live here each day and try to sleep every night.
This is a place so cold and it looks so lonely,
This is a place I now store my wishes sadly.
This is a place without much hope now,
It is a place where my soul lives alone now.
This is a life that should never have been,
This is a place where I should not be seen.
It is hard to bear one more such sad and ugly day,
It’s hard to live with such heartache and dismay.
I am that unlucky person with so much pain inside,
Feeling of loneliness and no one to be by his side.
When the tears stop then he is able to clearly see,
His question now will be ‘Do people still know me?’
This is a man, who has lost his value able treasure,
This is a person who is searching for his lost pleasure.
This is the lover, who has lost his sweetest life,
This is that husband who mourns for his wife.
His wife is gone forever and he laments daily,
His pains and sorrows keep escalating daily.
His lives in a house that is not home any more,
The Pretty Lotus, his loving wife now lives off shore.
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I miss you now
My heart is sore.
As time goes by
I will miss you more.