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Shroud

The place I knew is gone.
I didn’t really like that place at the time, but it was home.
Now, the thoughts make me emptier.
Nothing to hold on to.
The beacon of light that was my life was shattered
And took a long time to build again.
But a building with a cracked foundation is hard to maintain.
The shroud covers my mind again.
Seems to me I’m a fool without it now.
Seems like it is always there in the dark, watching me try to escape it.
It’s almost like I need it,
Something no one needs.
It feels like an old friend, childhood friend, been with me from the start.
The only thing I have left from that time.
Thing change so much it’s like a brick to the head.
I didn’t know what hit me.
It’s like I’m in a different world now
Dreaming of home
Knowing I will never go back.

© Copyright 2001, Jacob Shilan.
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