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Vexed thoughts
I am the broken dream
of the sloppy porter.
A vase that never survived
the spitting furnace fires.
The clay that cracked
at Man’s man-handles of mould.
Some riverside thought,
washed away by the sweeping rains, never created.
I am the seed that never got to see it’s flower bloom.
Gone a short summer too soon.
Like,
The shelter that could offer no security…warmth…cover
— — my heart.
Uprooted with our home,
and left me in this haunted house,
Where nothing rattles me more than my thoughts.
When the winds came I caved in.
Thoughts of how I journey through life
On a constant adventure of the unknown.
Where even my own perception of myself
Has been left distorted by how I continue to be left feeling how I am truly estranged,
An unwelcome guest within the confines of what used to be my humble abode.
I’m a stranger around familiar walls that whisper commands of eviction,
