Guilt:
A clasp on my ankle.
A bird in a cage.
A chain around my neck.
An empty wallet, void
of ID. The location
I forget dreams.
Sleepless nights like
regret so deep;
it's my life map.
The sleeping life.
The shallowed breathing
of change.
Old clothing in my closet.
Flickering street lamps
lighting partial truth.
Safety.
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