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I’ve built

a home

“I’ve built a home, homemade of my wildest dreams

where rooms are made of chaos and glimmering specks of dusted sunshine,
the cracks are widening now

the walls too frail to behold ;
the weight of the mayhem of my world

upon their weakening shoulders;
my bed is broken, my garden has dried out

flowers have crumpled, their roots smothered;
buried deep underground, in the abyss of the awaiting disaster

the sight of the ruins of my world in front of my very eyes
I mend my home, with all the might

the wailing is hard to shake off ,
after all this time,

my feelings encapsulate
my mind’s perplexed

my hands are cold now

I lose my guard”