Bring Me Home

In the woods of this far off land, where no lights fall upon.
I walk in numbness with no direction I could call mine.
So in circles I chose to walk for a little while,
In search of ends where some hopes were still alive.

The woods felt like graves, of laughter died long before.
And the leaves stood still, keeping it static in the heart.
Neither did no birds fly, to whom I could talk for a while.
Nor did no winds blow, and it sucked me out of this life.

This was no land where life survives, so how could I do.
But I had to walk down here, for no home owned this mind.
It hence took me to the wilds, where stillness was paranoid.
So far from home it kept me going, or just made me stand in a void.

And when my knees wrecked, and hands felt broken.
I fell down and screamed in pain, to gods that never existed.
“Bring me home, Oh dear Lord!” Some place I could call mine.
Why was I lost in desperation, for who left me a million times.

It was something my soul was made up, that it exists in pieces.
Broken in a thousand parts, It still stumbled its way out of dark.
These lands and lives were in a carnival of despair,
Everything was murdering my bones here, and that too beyond repair.

So when I pleaded with a voice so shattered, asking to bring me home.
How sudden I stopped in the mid of prayers, realizing it was already gone.
I remember it had closed its door for me, and left me in woods to roam.
No matter I knew it didn’t want me back, I’d still scream “Just Bring me Home”.