This Place I Call Home© – A Poem by Felina (8/13/16)

This Place I Call Home©

By Felina Silver Robinson

Copyright© 2014

At Night when the streets are dimly lit

I walk hesitantly in the middle of the street

Fearful of who or what might lurk within the darkness

I pick up the pace

My breathing gets heavier and heavier

I hear screams in the distance

But maybe they’re not so distant after all

A car drives by and the muffler pops

Sounding just like a gunshot

I run for cover into the next

Set of bushes

Til the car passes and I see no bodies left for all to see

Once the street is left quiet again

I continue my walk home

I’m shaking and my teeth are shattering

I’m thinking to myself as I walk the street

My neighborhood has ratings of the safest around

But in the darkness of the night

Every street looks the same

Those things you can’t see

Are the things that can hurt you

When it’s dark outside

No one wants to open their doors

No one wants to remember when the police come knocking

At their door

But in the light of day

Everyone’s friendly

They shake each others hands

No screaming aside from the kids at play

Happiness is here for the day

So there’s a rush to do

All that needs to be done

Before the night falls again

Here in this place I call home