Return - Poem by Wes Wilbur
The thing i have wanted all my life
is a thing i still can't find.
Yet i try to divine, how much loss I can take.
Lost in it all I dont know if I can ever go home.
Home, to a place i once so well knew,
I find myself parched in mediocrity, in fear.
By the brook, bubbling and blue sits the idea i strive for.
Pensive, beautiful and loving are all good adjectives
but such a dream can not be manifested.
Alone with my thoughts my soul once so flowing with love is now arrested.
It is a dangerous thing fear is.
Fear the loss.
Fear what you know not.
But never fear for that which is near and you know shall come
over my plains of repentance and gain entrance to my resistance.
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