She walked to the door of emptiness
Her spirit is weary and tired
Looking through the side of her windowpane
She reckoned to call it a night
Her home is thousands of miles away
How she misses their kisses and smile
But she carries on and lives day by day
Making each day worth her while
She lives with a pair of zombies
And a neighborhood of varied worlds
A pair—
Who sleeps in her early morn
But wakes by the time she snooze
Neighbors—
Breathing with nameless faces
As she watched them come and go
And back at the windowpane, her eyes closed,
When the sun shines in the morrow
She vowed,
She’ll start anew.
I live oceans away from home, amidst the concrete jungle and city lights. But no matter how lively this city may be, I still crave for those peaceful nights back at home. This is the story of my life, oh well, the story of most of my nights. Here’s for Day 7 Writing 201 task. 🙂
Prompt: Neighborhood
Form: Ballad
Device: Assonance
DoodleScribbles 
October 14, 2015 at 11:54 am
That’s touching. May the girl get strength to start anew.
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October 15, 2015 at 10:27 am
Thank you lavanya. In due time, she will. 🙂
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October 14, 2015 at 12:03 pm
It’s sad that she misses her home so much. Hopefully, that will change as time passes and she gets accustomed to her new life.
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October 15, 2015 at 10:31 am
Yes, homesickness is a fatal bug but, sooner or later, I think she’ll manage to adjust with change.. Thank you Jessie.
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October 14, 2015 at 12:37 pm
I wrote for today’s task a poem about missing my (our) home country.
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October 15, 2015 at 10:37 am
You have such beautiful memories and playful thoughts. I enjoyed reading your posts. Keep it up! 🙂
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October 15, 2015 at 10:39 am
People like you who can appreciate someone like me are rare.
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October 15, 2015 at 10:49 am
When I read, make it to a point to read beyond words and spaces. Posts filled with genuine emotions and so much passion consumes me. Writers like you are rare.
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October 15, 2015 at 10:51 am
ha, ha ha! touché
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October 14, 2015 at 4:46 pm
It really speaks from heart. Home is about security, love and connection. I wish you lot of strength and courage. And, neighbors are sometimes so much annoying 🙂
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October 15, 2015 at 10:42 am
Madeeha, that’s very kind, thank you. I can get over with my neighbors, they come and go. But homesickness is a different thing, there’s no other way to beat that than to swim the oceans back to their warm hugs. 🙂
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