At the end of the day



At the end of the day
When my nerves are shattered
And my resistance to the world is past
I retire to my crippled table
Which I have come to know as "Sanctuary"

Covered in destitution and gaudy attire
It visually cries out "Stay away"
But for those who dare to venture through
Will find themselves in the presence of one
Silent in nature, forgotten by time

One who is waiting for another to break the spell
And let the light come in

Onion


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