My Home

I miss my home

When Im sad and alone

Tried to hold back my tears

So joyful my face appears

My sorrows hidden from my peers

Covered it with stone

Hoping they will not unturn

I hid under my bed

Looking for a spot to bleed

The weight of sadness overwhelmed my steadfastness

Might as well

Read this book of H. G Wells

So I will learn to build

His time machine

That will take me to my home again.