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.