Where I'm From

This is a poem I have wrote last year for a book called Tom Finder. We had to write a where I'm from poem, editing Show Don't Tell into it as well.

The Deep Soul

I’m from gloomy-dusty spaces,

Where crickets chirp to the muted grace.

I am from a place of suppressed secrets,

With too much concealed in open spaces.

From the stunning dawn rays,

Where the shine brings out my deepened soul.

From the who-cares,

And abruptly bolting off to a new blissful home.

I am from the solemn forgotten parks,

Where we’re cats, swarming for an enchanting home.

From the freezing rain of despair,

Where soul-shuddering tears escape from my resisting eyes.

From the most lavish land,

In great deep troubles,

Where I care for deprived,

With Earnest-Kind Soups.

My fist of courage will punch a hole,

Through the darkening-haunted sky.

I am a dusky-undetectable chameleon,

Camouflaged in great disarray,

Where I forgot whom I am, my lovely melodious memory,

Where I found myself, bloody and tangled with life,

On haunting streets that inhabited shadowy figures.

I am from unpleasant-cruel names,

Where a stony-blinding force,

Struck my oblivious head,

Erasing my eternally-forever hopes and dreams,

That I fantasized what I would become.

In a sinister place,

Where I found my buried treasure of desires and wants.

A person I loved,

Who deceived my dirty-melancholy eyes.

Now I find myself

Deserted on a broken road

Where I construct my ferocity and screech,

And felt a harsh pound in my heart.

I now know what I can find,

My burdened soul ,

Inside of me.