Can't leave this
Safety blanket
Everything reminds me
Of this inner
Loneliness
Pull the duvet back over
My head
Remain blissfully ignorant
To my illusions
Even if they lie
Comfort at night
Blend with shadows
Creep down long streets
Avoid the street lights
All roads lead back
To the church spire
The sight of which
Relieves me of
This dread, time to
Take off these muddy boots
And rest this weary head
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Fabergé eggs: A collection of poems by Alexander Hopper
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote while I was at the lowest point of my life.
