in the calm of the night
			 	the turmoil surfaces. 
with invisible form, 
a strong presence, 
it reassures existence. 

only a drunken stupor		steels, combating it, 
in a cruel dance of symbiosis. 

how many nights will ingest
				in their warm womb
				this embrace of fear. 
						of confusion. 
						this madness of living? 

home is but a distant feeling. 
clawed for
from this exile.