A penniless card with words.
The meaning of life is gone,
Fainted at memories, I don\'t belong.
A sense further than two sights,
Vision blurring as the ocean currents drown.
In vain I held the branch, fallen to the ground.
Bloomed more than once,
Oxygen failed to seep my lungs.
Echoes of wind and terror,
Thunderstorms clapping in fear,
The mirror bethroned the fool.
Stood there, legs bound and broken, jaw remained twisted.
Hand in hand the grass flowed below,
Bearing the weight of the moon in sorrow.
Grounded was the roots,
Placed in depths no one truly knew.
In hospital halls and enchanting calls,
Nine missed lives of falling suffice.
Led to the in-between, trapped in miles shore from sea.
Cracks in the debris, scars emerging skin
Sharp callouses reached barely waking sin,
Dots in sky, light shining bright.
Beginning or end, the place still the same,
I endeavor such essence and stay for this was HOME.