Trashed and Dead

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Trashed and Dead

In the land I love
I lost my mind when
I came home alone
to try and unwind.

I fell over the trashed
appearence of my house
they took big things
little, killed my heart.

dead I am, dead I stay.
can anyone rescue me?
or destined to cry tears
noone holding my fears.

 

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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