Chapter 17 of 109

Far From Home

The Words I Speak204 words~2 min read

In the broad daylight

My tears are falling

Rolling down the petals

Like the dewey drops in the morning

To refresh the roses

But to stain my cheeks

I'm so far away

From everything I held dear

Zigzagging lines is how I see my way

My heart trembles

At the strings of the guitar

My mind is madness

Like the wild fires on the ground

I can't control what becomes of me

I'm way too lost in my world

For my hazy thoughts are troubling

My sight has failed me

I grew used to this blindness

They say in everything there is glory

Well what do you make of this

I'm not trying to deny my blessings

For that I'm gracious

But I can't deny

That in this place isn't where I want to be

So many hardships to face

So many stressful nights I couldn't sleep

If only I can see home again

Friends and the people I call family

I've got people all around me

But the strangers' faces are indeed scary

The torturous agony living in such despair

Can't believe I've lost what was mine

I dont want someone to understand me

I want to know is there someone who'd listen

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