By Mansi Singh
Home
And so I lost my favourite place.
The one I dared to call my home,
Though its walls would sometimes suffocate
It was still the shelter I had known.
Built from others' bricks, I knew all along,
A fragile haven, bound to fall,
And though my heart clenches at the
thought,
Of never returning to that call,
To step back into shattered dreams,
Fragments of what once was whole,
Would tear apart my heart.
I can never go back, it's true,
All that's left is echoes trace.
Laughter that the walls once knew,
Now haunts the empty space
I stand with life before me wide,
Yet without a place to rest,
A wanderer on darkened streets,
With no home to call the best.
And so, I lost my favourite place,
The one I once called home, one of my
Own.
By Mansi Singh
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