Where is home

Have never been good with farewells. I dont miss the moments as much as the people.Moving on in life with so much lost, the days are filled with nothing to look forward to.

I see the splendor of beauty where people dwell, the gardens, the trees, the lake .. all moving away. The dream lies delayed and loved ones abandon me don't they see the pain that I hide.

Imperfect life which I try to mould..... moves ahead betraying. I stray in seach of home ... my home. Not a soul to my name not a tear I can claim ... slow death.

Life moves on but I think whats the purpose ... nothing mine yet, patience dying, no will nemore. Placed where I dont belong ...cant quit now ...dont really want to.

Will move on, for the quest cant be left half undone.
believing when others have givin up, alone I tread
hoping to prove to myself that I was right
yet suddenly I feel drained and weak .

The wait was killing me so I shot myself.
Thought i would arrive but killed the chance.

Where is home where is My Home.