The Road To Nowhere By Samir Haroon

I was stunned and bisbelieving when I was told to leave,
LEAVE!?
Leave my family and friends,
leave the place that I called home,
leave the place that my heart was??

Only after the reality of it sunk in did new emotions come,
PANIC!
Where the hell are my parents?!
TERROR!
Where am I going to end up?!

As I walked aimlessly,
Down a long and winding road,
Feet blistering on the,
Hot, dusty and stony ground,
I was still terrified,
Where are my family?
I could feel myself wearing away as I walked

I walked for days and days,
I could feel myself welling up with anger,
Towards the people who designed the border,
That caused no end of trouble,
And resolved almost nothing,
I have a friends of many different cultures,
Who I was forced to leave,
In order for myself to survive.

When I made it through the war torn journey,
I was extremely worried and frightened,
Where on Earth are my parents?

Then the news came,
Hard as though I had been punched in the face,
My parents went missing on the journey,
I broke down and cried,
My insides went cold,
And my heart sank like a stone.

Still to the this day I search for my parents,
Some say I'm mad and maybe I am,
I still haven't found them,
And deep down I know I never will.