Sanctuary
My true spirit’s synagogue
Where my feelings are camouflaged
Just a mirage of my entourage
Solitary existence inspires my persistence
For no one to witness my soul’s resistance
To conform to the flesh
M mind is rest-less
As a result of my critical analysis
Where my diagnostic provokes this
Extreme emotional status, of my apparatus
Thus, uniting myself within, I must win
In order to begin again, free from sin-
Where I spend, my lonely days
My life, I paraphrase, and rearrange
My world a strange and proclaim to all
Fall, never I, yet and still, far am I from ordinary
There’s nothing wrong, yes I’m alone, but I dwell in sanctuary
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