Dire is the Need


Dire is the Need

I don't have to ask why your back is turned. Cause I was first, to desert hope and never spoke a word.

Still I don't deserve. To be a victim of your fury and if you have concern for me. Please hurry reveal your plan.

Cause my life is turning fast into a burning chance. With blury past I'm nervous and hurting bad, once had the yearning was certain.

But now can't understand. Unsure of goals don't even know what I want.
Let alone where I want to go.

So I tire from trying when all I seam to see is passion and dreams die before they have chance of transpiring.

Therefore dire is the need for the fire to breath its getting weak cause currently its dieing its suffacating

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Insite’s Poems (8)

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Dire is the Need 0
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Oppressive Lust 1
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Total Eclipse 3