Quaint, I felt
looking for an escape,
too restive to settle,
too eerie to subside,
little did I know,
it was all to stay,
with absolute intransience,
refusing to give in yet
could no longer snub
but hear
the constant clamour within
demanding to tranquilize,
Time, they say,
heals the deepest of the wounds,
indeed, it does,
For I swear,
in the end,
it all felt,
a homecoming...
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but hear the constant clamour within demanding to tranquilize, Time, they say, heals the deepest of the wounds, peace, tranquiility, the need of inner harmony. this is homecoming. a very nice poem. tony