What a trial
It is to hold and remain 
Where light is fleeting
And always feign

How much easier 
It is to get up and go
Find greener pastures
Somewhere unknown

But as for me
I’d rather be left here alone
I’ll keep to the darkness
I’ve found my home


  1. Hello there! I went 'off grid' for a bit and have missed reading / writing poetry. This poem reminds me of how and why I needed to return. Hope you are well.

    1. I seem to be dropping off more and more. The words have been fleeting and elusive but I'm still here. I love your words and friendship and I'm so glad to see you when you're here.


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