Poem: Nowhere

Tears are no longer falling.

The water has run dry.

The dust is taken a new home.

A home I can no longer call.

The wounds that built me lives in the walls, of the dreams I slept.

The sound of a storm still makes me silent.

Scared to make a noise before getting struck with the lighting.

The place that held my back but took it all.

This place is not mine.

This is a dream that I do longer can see.

The hurt is living in the walls to tell another.

This is just a holding until the next.