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