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Even with my ear to the phone, hearing
The voice of another, I am alone.
Even with my footsteps echo I’m alone.
The shadows of night fill my fleeting sight
Chasing me to a temporary home.
Living with two in transition I feel
This home hollow its heart out to strangers
Simply sharing a resting place b‘fore work.
Work which never yields itself to passions
But rather breaks the backs, the very souls
Of its laborers. I watch this soulless
Way of life, wary, as my heart, it breaks.

Heart breaks, without repair, lock me away
From all that outer-worldly joy exposed
By simply turning a knob and leaving.
Instead I live in a world of visions
Of my past which threaten destruction of
A whole day, a whole week with tears of pain.
That at twenty-three I experience
Such pause, I find a blessing and a curse.
You see, it creates inner change for which
I am grateful as much as I can be
Without ignoring constant pain’s presence.
For in constant pain I find myself lost
In worlds above, below, outside myself
Formed in shadow’s lust. Locked in shadow’s womb,
I find freedom, re-birth, and peace within.