That Sinking Feeling. Walking across a lawn of weed and Toys, no one heard me arriving home Yelling children, sharp voices, Laughter and squabble. A ray of light escaped through A curtain drawn window, but was Quickly swallowed up by a night That feared its own darkness. A family huddled together as Seeking shelter from an unkind World, I didn't want to be here Yet I was one of them. Would rather have stayed in the bar Played cards and drifted through The night in a haze of wine and Havana cigars Silence fell when I stood in The doorway and I got that Sinking feeling of not belonging, A stranger coming home.Birth sign: Scorpio
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