Home
There's a dark little corner where shadows won't go,
It's oppressively silent, despair runs the show.
The air stale and pungent from the sweat of my fears.
The floor thick and crusted from catching my tears.
Papered with lies that I took for the truth.
Furnished with regret for the sins of my youth.
.
Though not without humor, this abyss from below,
allowing small rays of light to bring hopes golden glow.
A glimpse of a future with good things to come,
with a whisper suggesting the battles been won.
But then sly as a fox with the stealth of a knave,
the darkness expands til my soul is enslaved.
.
Some say God is forgiveness and Jesus is love;
no sun breaks the darkness, no help from above.
This makes up the corner where few dare to tread.
It makes Angels fearful and fills Demons with dread.
It's a dark little corner that serves as my home.
Even shadows won't come, so I live here alone.

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I wasn't there. I didn't do it. It's not mine.
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