I am lacking a serious intent,
Shackled to loss.
I did not know you were a compass.
The pale labyrinth day
Curls around itself and
Everything returns to you,
Hiding behind everyday music,
Until I return home,
Released and unrestrained.
You did not remind me that
I needed you, and only now
Do I realize that I am deaf.
Burdened and buried
Dazed, standing at an edge
You never saw,
Here it is, alone.
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