Domoviye Fractured So many places, which way? Towards the left? Towards the Right? Too many choices, all right here. The blind lady beckons, The owl takes flight. Through the keyhole is laughter, A hand moves amongst the trees. How do I get home? So many choices, Too many voices. Where can I go? The clock ticks down. The sun is setting. The child is going home. Which home is mine? A key hangs from the moon, Too high to reach. The night lilies open, The sun disappears. Scream to the night, Fall to the ground. Trapped, shivering, cringing, Inside my fractured mind.