I hate these long days

The night sky mocks me

The stars don't shine

Quite as brightly

The sunlight is dull

Brown grass, dead trees

The pain of the season

Brings me to my knees

I pray to go home

Where I don't feel alone

And I'm safe from this pain

Then the clock strikes 3:11

It doesn't let me forget

That I've lost my center

I've lost my home.

You were home.

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