My next sonnet:

The sky is a’ moonless and dark tonight,
I find the night a’ blissful and quiet…
So serene, the gloom that swallows all light,
I’m haunted not by sorrow or regret…

Meandering alone, p’raps doomed to roam
In dismal streets, that offer no solace
To a boy deprived of the warmth of home,
Wandering aimlessly from place to place.

My mind bothered not by the poverty
I’ve embraced ever since being disowned,
Wanna run no more, I desire to greet
The familiar sight of home, once more.

From summer’s spite to winter’s wrath, I’ve known,
I say, there’s nothing like the warmth of home..

-The Forgers of Fantasy

This has been penned for DVerse, where poets were asked to pen poems based on a specific line quoted from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I chose the line
“Home is where you feel at home. I’m still looking.”
-Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories.

You can access the prompt at https://dversepoets.com/2022/07/12/poetics-breakfast-at-tiffanys/ (sorry for the late submission, I’ve got tons of schoolwork to cope up with 😅)

For more such poems, refer The Forgers of Fantasy