Sunday, April 24, 2005


I lack the words
To narrate my return
Always the same excuses
Always the same
Riding the back of my mind

I can no more deny the emptiness
Than I can willingly spill
My own lifeblood
For those that have remained

Yet my soul sings to be let free
But numb from the trying --
The despair of ever wanting to --
Where there is no loss
Only anticipation

How can I explain to the prisoner
When the prison has no walls
And the boundaries may be eternal
The plastic awareness
Has settled into epoxine permanence
The mind plays cruel tricks
But my knowledge of it being so
Offers little comfort

Returned - a strange state to be in
When my home is not here...

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