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GOING HOME

Here in the halls of darkness
I walk eternally
Corners broken show light from your world
But there is no room for me
To step into that world of order
Chaotic as it may be
It's just to small to house the souls
In me that number many
I peer out of little windows
Made of shattered glass
To see what I am missing
And watch as they all pass
No one stops to peer into my world
And see this huddled mass
To witness the violent shaking
As the souls try to surpass
To break free from these fleshly chains
And bones that bind their flight
To keep them grounded
Within a mind so full of fright
They cut the skin to open the door
To escape one day, they just might
But not into that world out there
Mingling with the light
Each soul has their own home
Outside of flesh and bone
Their own world to belong in
Outside of this scarred skin