Fixed by Randy Wayne Spire

The light of day, it beckons

but in shadow lies my home

My mind goes out to wander

but my feet are not to roam.

I long to be with others

but the misanthrope holds sway

I long to leave the shadows

but my darker minds won’t play.

Within this cage I flicker

slowly shedding time and skin

Within this storm I falter

and relive what might have been.

The light still reaches for me

but my shadow stretches back

My hands rise as a greeting

but my will breaks with a crack.

I retreat into myself

but comfort is yet unfound

I smile and play at normal

but my mind is yet unwound.


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