The corridors were once with cold floors
But the walls smiled, and the beds were warm.
The place that once was home is now new to the heart;
The corridors are still with cold floors,
But the walls don’t smile as they used to—
They are silent, not strangely, and unfriendly
And the beds; they haven’t been slept in.
Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.