There’s a friction between

The words we carelessly carve out

And grind against these temples.

There’s a cluttered mess

Strewn out with the stress

Of past pain we’ve let sit and stain this space.

There’s a deeper meaning

Underneath the glares and dodged glances

Filling the emptiness left behind

In this towering room

We’ve let stifle our home.


–Written by Sandy Heights

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