Departed trail & Bitter trials.

Eng.50 2021

The uncertainty of a house is hindered and moving in shadows placed.

This door is seizing and shifting in its own variable dazzeing confusion.

These assumptions of assurance that come at me; am I homeless now?

Can I ponder what I am without a place to sleep in uncomfortable uncertainty?

Can I tell them what I wish it was and not these reasonings of horrific means?

Can I not be casted out and have the door be made into a guarded threshold?

Can I make my beggings from outside and finally be shown to sway your heart?

Is it my mistake to think we were family instead of born regrets one after another?

Is it my mistake to have misconceptions and questions to your and my morality?

Is it us not knowing each other or not enough? Or is it… just us?

Break the fourth wall, windows, and doors

Just to ask you for a home.

I feel all alone.