47. Eyes Met Home

It's during the dark of the night
When distractions are out of sight
Is when I begin to write

As I take a seat
Covered in bed sheets
For when we finally meet

Eyes gazed
At my own mind filled haze

As I'm taken aback
From all the lack
That I begin to attack

My own self
Before I put my stories behind a shelf

Of all the things I've projected
Of the things I've neglected

When I look myself in the eye
Before I say goodbye

When I lay
To end the day

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