Home hardly radiates the same
Once its doors shoot open
And the warmth of the past
Is lost

For I’ve chased away the sense of refuge
It now rings ill and faded
As I dream and drowse in its binds,
In motionless spite

The night cries out
With a furious wisp of welcome
Howling for an effort
For me, to simply, stumble away

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