In the middle of the night
Before the rise of dawn,
I crept over the silent lawn,
And rode the train of flight.

This place has become a hole
Without happiness, joy or peace.
I left the house to be whole
In a place I see in my dreams.

I left without looking back
To a place unknown and unseen.
The road was uneven and dark,
But I press forward still.

I left a home that is not a home
To be on a path where I am alone.
I left while my spirit is high,
And there is still life in my eyes.

©Okunola Peace.