Take Me Home...
- 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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