You think you walk a road

Known to you alone

You fake being bold

Your kith and kin are gone

The winter draws near

Gloom becomes your ambiance

It’s cold and dreary

And darkness is your audience
The little ray of hope

Glimmers in the distance

The calm after the storm

And dawn is the instance
It’s morning now

It was all in your head

Because footprints surround

The path you tread
Anytime you think

There’s no place called home

Just look around you

You’ll know you’re not alone.

Compiled by Okoh Tobechuckwu



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