Unoccupied

Standard

Keep a corner in you

Unoccupied.

For when the sky is too grey,

The voices too loud,

And food too stale…

And air too thick…

To sit there.

In piercing silence.

Arms around,

Chin on knees,

Eyes in stare.

Leaving this realm,

A self induced,

Purifying,

Soothing

Exile.

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