A place I Never Called A Home

By Sulaiman Roqeebah

I was drawn back by my imagination,
The imagination that set me up,
Getting me closed up from the truth.

My hood,
My life,
My comforter.

I never said I didn't want to come home,
But the evil ninja made me stay lone,
Falling for the false loads.

A place I never called a home,
Became my second arm,
After the first half.

A place I never called a home,
Became a gloomy weather I can rely on,
Every single day.

A place I never called a home,
Became my hood,
Where my instincts lives.

A place I never called a home,
Homed me,
Clothed me.

My single life depends on this home,
A home that can never be lost again,
To any infused ninja.

I withstood the pain of homelessness,
Loneliness, and helplessness,
Cause of a mistake.

Dear home!
Don't leave me like I left you,
You are the manure and fertilizer of my heart.

Mistakes can't be two,
I've made mine,
Don't make yours!

Can you keep me safe like you've kept others?
I'm pretty sure you will.
And forever, we shall be bounded together.