Homeward
My spirits are crushing -
Anxiety, blushing,
Giving words to depression's dissertation.
And in activity, haunting -
The threat is there, taunting,
Praying for a moment's isolation.
Through the journeys I'm hiding -
An escape that I'm striving,
Postponing that self aggravation.
But with darkness, approaching -
Lost minutes to poaching,
Coming home, the last destination.
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