Where Do I Go

WHERE DO I GO? My trails, worn by travails I was born in a cornerstone close to the rail. I grew up not missing the dances in the rain. For my navel home wasn't inline with the terrace The sun and rain, all starts and fades in my face Still, I was in no race Had no experience of a meal Lived on crumbs of any means All i have was thin, no thick The writings on the walls Salvaged me through the pronunciation of words Suddenly!!!! It was war The rights of the cutlass was usurped by the swords All my beloved are gone Now, where do I go? My aliveness is iffy On my skin are plenty of blotches Where do I go, my shadow soaked with jinxes. Poet - Olajire Damilola Muyideen (Smiling)