WHEN SHALL I BE HOME

Let's go home Let's go back.

The night used to be pretty
Curling under the sheets
Now I lay wetting my pillow
As the images play
I’ve hit rock bottom
Where dejection lay.
Still I ask
When shall I be home?
It’s the unfamiliar faces
The whisper of their phrases
And the scorns on their faces.
It’s like a trap door
Being faced to the mirror
A gun to my hand
Tis this feeling of nothingness
For nothing was new
Yet I long for the old
Days with a family
Days I had a home
So, Let’s go Back
Let’s go home.

By: Oguntade Oreoluwa Deborah

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