An Everlasting Search For Home

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A lumbering mist descends
Over my weightless eyelids
Bemoaning a home that’s yet to be found.

I lay on my bed like a corpse,
Wanting to be touched
By an embrace that clogs my senses.

Your eyelashes carry the weight of fog,
A murky ripple circumvents
The desires that I’ve kept hidden.

Lure me into your magic,
The serendipity that shrouds tragedy
Till I find what’s hidden in a home.