Am I 'Absolute'?

48: Dis.

Continued ~>

And because my writing is so gorgeous that sometimes people find it illegible. Written the way it is below to input where the pauses should be when reading it~>

I trudge through this dusty hall
Although made for my purpose
My purpose was not made for this

Never have I touched here

The carpet holds no memory of foot
And door hinges won't creak under a recognised opening

Never have I been here

Bookshelves wood unpolished
But by dust without a hand
And old baskets are thatched with burden of dilapidated toys
Unheard of to me nor any child

Steady
Thrum
Of
Peaceful
Silence

Soft
And loving in a warm
breathless
air

Never have I felt here

So desolate yet not forlorn
So isolated yet so connected
Far away this world has always been
Unknown uncharted boundless life lawless
Cradled in a small forgotten time

Naive it is to the stifling retches of the sick plague circled around it: drenched and drowned is that plague in its own tar - a sticky din.
Noise. Hatred. Pain.
Engulfing, tearing, exhausted to its own doing.
Inanition from weathering of pain bred storms, beating a paroxysm of cancer,

till I can't.
Until I
finally
just can't anymore.

Death.

The sweet tongue
licks
my patience
and I'm tired.
I'm
so
tired...

I trudge through this dusty hall
Perhaps searching my purpose

Never have I escaped to here

This place unnamed unloved unappreciated
Yet always giving always supporting
And being supported
Gentle light settles here from Spirit

Never have I wanted here

So as I trudge along these ancient walls
I realise a mistake of unknown knowing
Always
it has been here

Faint fresh memories wisp away
And return of a different view
Saying here I am allowed to be mine own
Because always

I am wanted here

I am me here

I am loved here

Because always I have been be here
And always

I am here

Unique's notes- this is about both a physical and none-physical place. It's my safe zone - I think everyone should find a safe zone.

Also another thing- its a sort of thing of mine that I urge my friends to follow whenever they read a poem- read poems out loud;

Listen to poems, Read books.