I miss the joy I used to see;
Share by the others here, with me.
The joy, the pain, the anger and fear;
Put out in the open, for all to see and hear.
Its done now, our haven is destroyed;
Thusly our poets are all deployed.
They're all gone now, I'm left alone;
And my haven is still breaking, crumbling stone.

My window is in shambles, as I haven't been here;
The shudders are broken, falling with my fear.
The window sill is cracking, breaking my trust;
The glass is shattered, along with any will of must.
My haven is breaking, and I can't fix it still;
No matter how hard I try, no matter my will.

I miss my friends, all the people that I once knew;
Some have left, unknowing I miss them, without a clue.
I'd rewind time if I knew this would be;
So that I wouldn't lose touch, them I could still see.
I miss my haven....