Wanting

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    Wanting
    Sweep me away with the sweet slow sands of time
    Strike my mind with a simple verse or rhyme
    Take me into a realm unknown where
    One's reactions rob the right to be real
    Steal my thoughts, thanks and appeal
    Apologetically
    I am looking for lengthy answers that were not meant for you or me
    Silently searching for an inner-strength
    Wondering if you are mine...
    Yet left standing on my own alone and cold
    Thinking to myself, damn I am grown
    Still standing alone and cold
    Wanting to go home.

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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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