The Pessimistic Soul

I lay there silent, chilled and numb My limbs feel poised as I observe my crying mum I try to express how confused I felt But as I tried it would not come out I notice a lid covering up above me The darkness creeps and sweeps around me It felt as though my body sunk All the noises began to lump It appears as though I was in a hole I don’t think they realize I still have my soul. I see a bright light that burns my closed eyes I hear a deep voice that says “She’s alive” I scream out a cry that sounds quite fatal I feel a heartbeat as I get cradled Something small twitches, I think it’s my nose I smell a strong scent, it’s just like a rose The scent and the cradling strangely sooths me I fall into a deep sleep uncontrollably. My example of home is somewhere to stay Somewhere with spirit without any gray A place with people who love me so With hot food and cold water to help me grow I believe home is as gorgeous as the sun’s golden rays