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Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit

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Home, the encasement of my mind and body.

Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,

in come the tear-showers!

The only home I possess floods.

 

These bones are fractured,

my soul shattered.

I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,

never to tell its secrets.

 

The eyes of this dwelling,

the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.

I peer out but cannot make anything of the outside anymore.

The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.

 

Damn this wrecked body!

Illness wears on you after a while.

Distorting the world through my broken soul-windows.

Impoverished in spirit, a humiliation is this home!

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