Long Way Home

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I was on the street


barefoot


when I found myself lost 


between enemy lines.


I found that I was on break 


between heaven and hell


and its magnetic fields were making me 


stand still between the two breakthroughs.


I couldn't believe my heart 


because all what I have been told was a lie 


either because of my own welfare 


or to cover up and sugar coat the ugly scenes.


As a kid I would cry


and ask where she's gone 


but now I know where she's been 


I was fed a taste of her life 


and my reflexes spit it onto her face back at once 


because I didn't know that my own flesh and blood


could abandon me 


for strangers 


in need. 


Ever since 


I've been devastated 


and still am heartbroken 


depressed even 


because I once looked up to her 


when she's always looked down at me 


in shame and misery;


maybe even regret


because when I looked into her eyes 


I grew cold 


and I felt far 


maybe because it was...


Or maybe because I am.

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