Home

All these prison gates 

And my life on this plate 

I'm going back to my home, is this a home though? 

The rusted corridors 

And my palpitating heart beat 

I'm going back to my bed, it's just so heart felt 

Selfless thoughts 

And counting drum beats 

I'm looking at the window, never seeing inside 

The room is quite 

The air is cold 

Finally I am back, to my own... home 

Author's Note

Written very quickly through instant inspiration.