I missed the foundations

in which lay the grounds

for my childhood and the

developments of my moral

standings on why I hate the

way the world works today

The way the sunlight would

pierce through my window

and wake me up was a feeling

far too familiar as the sun

kissed me and left a warmth

feeling on my glistening skin

When I went far away and heard

that the only place my heartbeat

rested at ease had been destroyed

due to natural causes and was left

as a barren land of memories

I cursed at the wind and felt

a part of me has died too