the night feels like prison
and your thoughts are poisonthe air smells like cigarette
and all you did was breatheyou are left with nothing but
a bed unmade and a room unkeptyou have a blanket
but you have not known warmthinside a house,
you still feel homeless

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A Diary
PoetrySee how the world could be sketched into words and how poetry could find a missing soul.