On the Way Home
The times when the way home is too long,
And the duty's journey is too slow
And the memory that flashes is too wrong,
A distance measured in eternal sorrow..
Along the way some familiar places
Where time can't alter its own fractions
Where darkness can't cover the spaces;
The library of damnations.
Much as I want to refuse
This world so owns me
This world has the right to abuse;
Mine is the night,to sleep is to be free.
May 23,2014
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