Ebone' Ingram - Recluse

Sitting in a box
Watching my sanity sink beneath rocks
While breathing in toxic air
With a crystalline stare
At everything lost-
Thoughts of how much it cost.

I told them to go,
To leave me dead to the world in the snow
Of this winter unending
For their laughter was rending
My heart to the grave-
With no pieces to save...

And now I rue
All the things that I said to them and to you
Because nothing's here
But my imperfect fear...
It's my fault I'm alone;
I need saving...and home.

Ebone' Ingram

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