Reminiscence

Home: 
Walls set in certain lengths,
Put at certain angles,
Certain familiarity unique to my perspective;
Trees rooted at certain locations,
Pathes of rainy streams flowing at certain places,
The certain elegance of a garden becoming part of my soul;
A father made in no certain way, but love
Bid this house into home in a certain manor
So that when he or it became insane as certainty faded,
This home was mine no more:
  And I said goodbye to my childhood as I suddenly felt old.
  My feelings seemed to start to echo down a dark canyon.
  I said goodbye to mirthes I held so dear that made me
  And I walked into this dark canyon, weeping away my dreams.

Sentimental Decay.