Sunrise,
sunset,
I dove into a pool of blood and didn't get wet.
These days of crashing into empty walls are growing old.
This white outfit is starting to feel cold.
One day I went to the desert to dig for gold.
I came up short.
The boss threatened my life, so I ran away.
At times I found myself trying to escape my shadow.
It was no use, I could not break free.
One night some men picked me up and carried me out of the street.
I now feel safe.
I like it here; I really like this place.
These walls are soft and safe.
I no longer feel scared.
I no longer feel any pain.
I am finally at peace.
© Thomas Joseph Pellegrini
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