Declaratives

I been watching, avoiding, using the thru lane
and all you asked is if I was at home
Running, hiding, masking, screaming as loud as it gets
My heart ran dry with sand
My castles cheap, my throat parched and my lifeforce low
Slowly I came to the crossroad
And parked
There in indecision I dreamt of lonliness
Thinking it would be better than
What you asked of me
The rope it burned my skin
Numb hands, sliding feet, one edge and then you're gone
I poured into the cracks along the roadway
And slept away my friends
Why doesn't it happen my way?
Designer, refiner, crimson fields
And still I was not home
He laid his head at my feet
The world was not enough to conquer
I wished the stars
Would blink with my pulse
but still I wept
For the daydream did not answer
The trumpets calling
Broken, shattered, smashed against the tombstone
And this time my porch light was on
You knew I would come
Because I was never home
Arms weak, steps unsure, dreams gone
Spirit of quicksand
Mortified, helpless, a babe left on the doorstep
It was there all the time
But until I came home
I found nothing

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