Hell or Heaven

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