Companionship
Enlarged life
Taken from my willingness
Unknown to friends and foes.
Encrypted feelings
Towards the ones
That are to believe
In my spited love.
Left alone I rest,
My bones
Delicate flour
Dusting the furniture
Of my home.
Home.
Composed by four walls
Made of books,
Gadgets that keep me
From the ice outside,
A floor of tears
And my bed of blood.
Home.
Where I am not to feel
Alone.
Found words
Of all kinds
That are so kind
To my soul.
Home.
Where my eyes
Mature
Into the redness
Of the sky.
Home.
Where my poetry cradles
And my loneliness fades
Amongst
Words.
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