Alone

Home is where everything has a place Alone is where I sat; excluded with nothing left to say When past transgressions stains my shirt, No malice I can compare to one's faith I have no way to clean what has been soiled Nor can I iron them away Or take thy sobering morality Like pain behind my eyes it is. It seems that night's opinion or desire, As if sun's light would dawn on me In hell's driveway I sit pounding How do I find my way back? To that which makes my heart frolic Alone I sat. I can't feed this unfavorable soul to myself Numbing oneself; this hole that I have dug myself Alone