My Street

by Keale Larey

 

I walked down my street

green grass

chirping birds

and a clear view of sunset

orange clouds filled up the sky.

 

As I walk down my street

I see people all around

some I know and most I don’t.

 

Now I walk past all the nice people

and see the house in which I will never forget.

Just seeing the house makes me boil with fury

and sadness.

Now I start to remember

the time where I was riding down

stumbling over the road.

BOOM!

 

Broken pieces of teeth engulf my face

then I see him across the street

As I open my teared up eyes

all I saw was him watching

and laughing

As I push my bike home

with my broken arm.

 

Now I walk back

forgetting the past

and remembering

There is no place like home.