MY PLACE

Wandering the street of a place, 
Place which I feel familiar with place what I called the ‘MY PLACE’, 
Where I felt my heart in peace, 
But now, I walk all alone in the streets of My Place. 

I wander across the dark wet streets, 
The moist air slaps my face, 
I see the birds fleeing their nests to search for a new place to live, 
I see the dead trees falling, 
I see the light placing itself out from my place, 
Oh! The place where I belong is so dead, 
Where I can’t feel the joy reach my head, 
My eyes throw the warm tears on my cheeks, 
Cause the place I belong to was so very dead. 

I start my search for my home, 
Home where I wanted to belong to for the rest of my life, 
But I can’t seem to find it, because all the houses looked the same, 
I was from a small family, 
That’s why my house was very ordinary, 
But they had the people to call it ‘my home’, 
I finally found my home, I knocked the door, 
The door was open I stepped in but they stared at me and threw me out, 
The tears found their way again like a river finding its dried channel, 
From my eyes to my cheeks, from the cheeks to the street, 
I find sorrow haunting my place, 
I feel sorry to come here because the place I belong to is so dead. 

I wanted to go sink in the dark like everybody else, 
But now I saw a light which was brightly bluely, 
I could see some happy shadows dancing in the light, 
There was a sense of bond which I could smell and feel inspite of the distance we shared, 
I moved towards the light with a sense of hope, 
A hope to live and exist and not succumb to my battle with the dead-ly dark, 
As I move closer I can smell the bond, 
The bond was crystal clear in my head, 
The bond was the bond of friendship which could never break despite distances, 
I reach the place which was bathing with light, 
I step inside the part which makes me feel so happy, so content, 
The shadows which turned into faces, faces which turned to people indeed were my friends. 

They possessed a look of shock and awkwardness on their faces, 
Because here they faced a murderer, 
They wanted to run but they couldn’t, 
They pitied me which put the light off again like the other places, 
But loud I screamed, the pain in the scream let the light come back, 
They helped me stand up back on my feet, they smiled at me, 
I was feeling awful, extremely hurt inside, 
Cause I was the murderer of myself and their very old close friend, 
But the place seemed to be bright again with happiness flowing around, 
Pleasant as it used to be, 
The faces of my friends smiled back at me, 
Cause they knew deep down that I was not the person who was standing in front of them, 
They trusted me with their lives, 
They made me feel like their same old dear friend, 
My place was worth living again, 
With the lights spreading its wings on my place, 
I now loved the place where I belonged to, 
Because it was cozy and lovable again.