Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Off in the woods the dark corners unexplored
Hard memories pass the external is abhorred
Longing to be heading back toward

That familiar comfort zone
This frightening world seems so
Foreign

Back from the vast agoraphobic plains
Dark corners past but the panic still remains
Weary from these dark and deep campaigns

Wanting to be alone
Longing again to know
That familiar comfort zone
This frightening world seems so
Foreign

Waking up again and shaking
All traumatic dreams displacing
Softer thought attempt embracing
Pools of sweat, that ship has sailed
Washed up on the rocks left wasting
Tried and tried it always fails



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Writer(s): Jordan Venn
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