I sit here
upon this faithful perch
Wondering what solace it once brought me
In the dead of night i ask or guidance
A stranger in a familiar place
a guest in my home
I wanted this
to feel unwelcome
a burdon
to speed my departure
This is merely a step
a place to rest my head
before i set out on the great unknown
The smoke fills my face
and i gain nothing from its embrace
in the embers I see beauty.
the death of something
the birth of something new
This is the right path.
And it will not be easy.
I shall not sleep easy any more.
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