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.
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.