I lost my home
I don't read that often now.
I can't concentrate.
I lost my beloved musty home.
I don't write that often now.
Emotions are better left unexpressed.
I lost my creative fervent home.
I don't listen to music that often now.
I yearn for silence.
I lost my lovely melodious home.
I don't dance that often now.
I don't feel that same enthusiasm anymore.
I lost my overly exuberant home.
I don't weave dreams that often now.
Because once shattered, they prick my soul from the very core.
I lost my exciting colourful home.
I don't interact with much people that often now.
My crippled heart put guards up.
I lost my cheerful happy home.
I lost you.
I lost my home.