My Home Poem by Nyx C Styx

a heart can be made a home
feet to tired to roam
I found my home in you

but my windows are broken
and I feel every wisp of the wind
there is no door
open to anyone
who is willing to come
who is willing to go
I am the vacancy
for all who have no where better to be


I am almost out of tears
They only fill up enough to the brim of my eyes
not enough to fall
reabsorbed
I cry the same tears over again
is this not misery at its finest?
or is this the healing


I would one day like to have a daughter
to see if my sorrows
are bound to my blood
if the flow of misfortune
is my forever flood

I love
I look at him
like it is the last time
and through my eyes
are love and hope and dread
bound by singular expression

He is my home
my feet are to tired to roam
in his smile is my sanctuary
could my home come walking to me