#OpenPoetry I have laid myself down for a while, hoping I will be willing and able to walk again. Because all I need is to be at home, Warm and sprawled in my mother's arms near the fire place with a book and cup of coffee in my hand. But for now, I assure myself I will wake again after a good sleep but my angels doubt me. I assure the sky I will see its light again but it looks doubtful too. Doubts and pain fills this empty stretch of never ending road as I drift away into an another void. But I wish this empty long road would take me home, where my father has sat himself at the porch waiting me to come home alive. #OpenPoetry
