i'm far away from home as each day passes,
it feels like days are long fractions of time i can't wait to end
the night sky is a beau — but it beckons of broken dreams and hope for anew
the sun never rose in my world
any glimmer nor ray, perpetually absent from sight
each passing second a torment — the further i sail away from home
hope, my friend, is a prison for all
Written by A
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