what path

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    what path

    I once was locked, then released
    That was my time, era of the feast
    What it was I wanted, was not what i received
    Mark of the animal, path of the beast

    Time has forgotten, the path now clear
    Do I hear it talking, I am again trying to hear
    One path is safe, which path will bring tears
    I will find my path, blindly with open ears

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    rekcutj’s Poems (7)

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