Home
Please
tell me
that I'm
here to see my
mom after this four
years without any calls came
starving, lonely, alone, abused, ruined
by the unfair world, went to the other land
perhaps,finally, the fortune was there,would be there
I nurtured them, I served for
their demands, I just need is
to pay me back, but without
knowing, oh why it would be
I just dream to escape to the
tale of poverty,but they treat
me as awful as vagabond cat
hit my thin, rough skin until I
see one light,o tell me please
m I at home?want to go home
Copyright © Elai Cee | Year Posted 2015
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