Headwinds

Sifting through the emotional waste.

I am sorry
if I took to long.
I thought I’d found
where it is I ought
to belong.
It seems as though
that I thought wrong.
Leave it to me
to the find the place
I need not be.
While I am here
I’ll continue to circle this sphere
just a little longer
with an instinct 
only getting stronger.
Habit has fallen extinct
by way of addiction’s conquer.
From my head
I try to escape
the shift of wicked’s shape.
In my heart
I rearrange the space
touched by a thought
that I must retrace,
while sifting through
the emotional waste
of a desire displaced.

Poetic Past v.28 / ca. 2008
-Be Love

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. Great poem. These were the lines that resonated with me,
    “Leave it to me

    to the find the place

    I need not be.”

    Like

  2. Glad you enjoyed it.

    Liked by 1 person

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