the spirit of home

the ellipsis line on going 
I was staring into a Deep sleep
every time I closed my eyes
the memory of home was fading 

the bouncing bullets acts as shooting stars 
the clods of my body breaking
the safe place was thousands of meters in the sky 
the memory of home keeps fading

breaks in friendships : ends of lives 
my heart broke but was in spirit
finally the safe place 
the memory of home had gone

it was like a riot 
pushing and shoving to get passed this gate 
I waited till the end and went straight through 
the memory of home became a clear vision.