A Benign Place

A Benign Place short poem

Uploaded by Simranjit Singh

In a story that i wanna tell
there are tracks
often traveled
but for different reasons

but i travel
to find myself
For when i first visited
they held a part of me captive

and no, i do not go to retrieve it
rather i go
to leave some more
or to pluck some of those tracks, if i can

then again,
only the former is feasible
for if i take’em with me
they won’t be the same

a house is not a house without the doors
and neither is a place without the roads
I reach there
that should be enough.

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A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
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