I just want to go home
My flaming heart aches
for the shelter of eternity
my body shakes, squeezing
the last ounces of energy.
It goes on, seizing
all that remains.
My being is threadbare;
an old linen blanket
passed down through generations
losing sight; losing hope, prayers
can't save it now.
I've become something
Different. A monster of sorts.
Lost to all that seek;
Unavoidable to all who evade.
I am not free, but not truly bound.
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