Fallen shallow in my depths

Along the darkened streets, you may find the hidden region where my neighbours dwell. Scattered like broken glass along the way, though all kept safe inside a frame, my neighbours have caught the sun, exhumed the earths and have fallen like waterfalls.

Not all have gone to dance along the dust, for many still touch the stars and explore the constellations. Many still build up the walls that have been torn down and yet some attack my stongest soldiers.

My neighbours are nothing alike, not one aligned with another. When battles begin once more to commence the unilluminated shade of darkness upon them, those who cannot attack find another line of defence - they pull a new curtain of sunrise to overcome this warzone.

At that moment, the terrorists are exposed. The battle might not end on bloody terms with one side at victory - for though they may be terrorists, they still remain part of my territory.

Like broken glass dispersed in all directions upon the grounds, the undefined map of my mind lies with no definite border.

Perhaps some pieces have fallen shallow in my depths, though I shall not abolish them because when the glass has mended my mind has become clear. I can finally see what's right in front of me.

- Marlene Mostert

(School topic suggestion: My weird neighbours...My work takes a turn of the unseen neighbours which live inside the mind of the human body)