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Take Me Home...

  • Writer: Gwyneth Lor
    Gwyneth Lor
  • Dec 9, 2022
  • 1 min read


Take me home.

Guide me towards the proper course.

I am constantly lost, all alone—

Tucked tightly into a cocoon.

Mother, please bring me my nourishments—

that which the world calls regard.

I am in dire need of that sweet nectar,

Or my knitted ego tumbles—

succumbing to the vile black hole.

I can’t seem to break free.

My addiction is unwavering.

despite my mumbled decrees—

It grows in size and empties the sphere in my chest.

I crave the laughter, involvement, the in-the-know.

Without them, I am entitled to nothing—

Returning to the little girl all alone in the corner,

excluded for being me.

Again, rendered critical of my own act,

My trapping web takes over.

A taste for excess analysis—

I play with the idea of an escape...


Gwynevierel

9.12.2022



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