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Home is my burning desire.

My soul has been set on fire.

Feelings of lost hope.

I am on a downward slope.

Dreams crushed as no tomorrow,

With none left to share or borrow.

Aromas of the unknown,

of the forced place I must call home.

Nothing can replace a loss such as this,

Not a supple, passionate kiss.

Nothing sentimental or kind

Can keep this tragedy far out of my mind.

Sympathy is not what I need,

No plead.

None of this is under my control.

I can not change a person, their goal.

Only I, can flourish within and grow.

Yet pain and emptiness still remains.

Clearly.

It shows.

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DreamOfArden

This poem deserves 5 stars, loved it.

 

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