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
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