Of tattered cloth and broken string
Everlasting embroidering
Of scrambled emotions within
Mere embracing of naught that stings

Walking through the darkness and cold
Whatever the paths of thorns hold
Everywhere the messenger goes
Who had spread the few words untold

Through blight and fear the light of there
Where the warmth embraces yonder
No place conceals the will to care
Frigid sceneries to wonder

The place where hopes and dreams amass
The haven where no man desires
To call out the endearing pass
Ending up in burning fires

This is my inner epitome
Of which I would have dared to say
Without any words left to sway
The place I always have called home