Paths

Holding a torch in my hand following the broken path, keeping my steps avoiding broken glass along the way, and getting into depth the of the dark forest

Hardly breathe, my heart screams inside

I’m here …
“Home”

Ultimately, I find its place, your homeland

I see the place that I have been missing lately,
Guiding my feet closer,
Never thought that I could come to see this place again

My dying soul start bleeding,
Tears falling down through my pallid face,
“You are not here.”
That words uttering out of my lip,
I smile bitterly

Dusts scattered around,
Vacant, deserted with no light,
In ruins

You said, “The doors are always open for you to visit and wander around.”
But who’d open the doors when actually no one here?

Every path is leading back to you and I,
Though our safe place has been ruined,
And no more doors that could welcome me.

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