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House

Updated: Nov 10, 2019

I’ve found myself lost inside this house you made for me.

Built from darkness and fuzzy memories.

Sleep is rare and nights press in on me.


I hear my name, I see you coming.

From peace and calm to racing within me.


I’ve found myself lost inside this house you made for me.

Built of anger, fear, and wondering....

these walls are dense and the roof is tight.


I keep searching for a light.


Fingers trembling.

Stumbling and feeling.

Frantically searching.


I’m trapped inside this house you made for me.

Filled with pain and dark memories.


A house or a prison?


You answer me.

And then...


My mind gets to wondering...


Surely, surely there’s a different life for me?

A house? No. A prison.

Is this the life you mean for me?





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