Home??

I didn’t feel the pangs of cold.
My body was weak but bold.
Turmoil inside me gave the heat.
Winter affected me the least.
Dark clouds covered the sky.
Morbid tears hurt the eye.
There was heavy snow.
With darkness, fighting was candle’s glow.
Sun, moon and stars were long forgotten.
Greenery was gruesomely hidden.
White, white, white;
Was it day or night?
I could not make out.
Unable was I to get out.
Eyes were weak.
Sight was bleak.
Stick was my support.
I reached the parapet.
No one was in view.
All I heard was a cat’s mew.
Loneliness’ voice was haunting.
Living in my own home was scaring.
I was left to live on my own.
Deserted by my blood, I was all alone.
How I wished to be in a seniors’ home???