paradoxical paradigms
another time
somewhere i might be sleeping
home from a dreadful day
a long, tiring day
from working hours that intruded into my personal time
and kept me away from the comfort of my home
but i am home
and yet i don't feel the comfort from anywhere
but my own room
secluded from the outside
shut off from the rest of the house
except for the momentary knock on the door
and sweeping and cleaning
it's kept away
and shut
and here i feel some peace
and quiet
or is it disquiet
that fills this space
full of momentos and artifacts
that leave me to remember
i am but a person
alone in the world
unless i reach out
and open those shut doors
what an irony
i live in paradox...
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