Apr 12, 2023
I’ve never written a sonnet before, but I’m in a writing club and they were writing sonnets
My prompt was “missing home,” but I’m a bastard who loves loopholes
Ruined Rome
It’s not a homesickness that rattles me
For grieving nonexistence is a sin
But rather it’s a strange consistency
A loneliness that is the soul within
There are no walls to cage my beating heart
There is no door to let a neighbor in
A wanderer will always rest apart
From any friend, grins echo with the wind
A winding pace, another trick of time
Desire paths that lead to my own truth
I’ve walked the world, I’ve breathed the endless sky
And all I can admire is the view
The world so open sings like ruined Rome
I don’t miss home, I am missing a home