Someplace to go
someplace to shed some tears
clear the mud
tidy the clutter
some place to have

rarer it gets
you even forget the way back
stop hearing them calling
“Come over when you’ve some time”
and all you’re left with is
sink within
where you dump what needed a release
this sinking feeling
doesn’t lifts you

It gets chipped away
Hold on to it while you can

Rajan Maharjan