Homeless
written by: Fizza Younis
@fizza_reads
It’s not a home I remember,
More like a torture chamber-
Feelings buried deep can’t disappear,
I can’t always fight my fear
Of being stuck in a place,
Without an escape;
Wondering if I’ll ever belong,
In a home for which I long-
Unable to express how I feel,
I’ll let my sorrow reveal
The truth behind this shaking land,
On which I stand;
Where to go from here?
To complain; I don’t dare;
Unable to recall a time,
When speaking wasn’t a crime,
If the word ‘freedom’ sounds foreign,
How far have I fallen?
Dr. Fizza Younis lives in Lahore with her family. She is an indie author and an avid reader. Fiction is her first love, but she also has a knack for poetry. She loves to write about other people's misadventures and weave words of love and encouragement. She might just be an average person in the actual world, but in the world of fiction & verse, she is spectacular.
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