Sitting with my family at their home
Is good when I have sometimes had to roam,
And I recall that I am not alone.
I sometimes feel that matters proceed ill,
That how the world works reflects evil will,
Feasting on us all and never filled.
I hear the teeth clash, feel their sharpened edges.
What thoughts such feeling, thinking, from me dredges
I turn away from. I avoid such ledges,
For I know that I am wont to fall.
I know I hear too well th' abyssal call
And may well answer and abandon all.
But I with family sit and find some peace.
I'll enjoy it even on short lease.
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