it's been a long long day
trudging along a weary path
avoiding those beautiful eyes
staying away from a shadow
plunging into darker recesses
running away from something
escaping into a forsaken place
that i call my mind
home and hearth and loneliness
beckon me as the sun sets
is it my red-sore eyes
or is the sky really painted
with blood all over?
dust flies around me
as those clouds of doubt
envelop me with a vengeance
i hide behind a veil
of indifference and cynicism
and kill a part of myself
that i called the dreamer
these are the days
when the dreamer that once was
becomes the drifter
unfeeling and unseeing
alone and vagrant
searching for a refuge
trying to escape
from himself
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