Where I Am

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  • Confusion

    Where I Am

    I sit each day wondering where I am, thinking, waiting.
    My fear is strong,
    but knowing where it is, no firm hold.

    Sleepless nights over and over takes a toll.
    Delirious as they grow cold.

    I lost so much those early years,
    I hold on now, waiting, but no tears.

    I sit each day wondering where I am, thinking, waiting.

    It was my choice the path I took,
    I can no longer think, I can no longer wait,
    for I am where I am...

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    bjroach55 commented on Where I Am

    09-22-2009

    i to wait and think, positive i go, the way i know, and love when it comes will turn all tears to joy, so i wait, contemplate, and love enough to wait. thanks for sharing yourself you are awesome.

    chadallac74 commented on Where I Am

    02-17-2009

    Very nice "D" I like theshorter reads myself, you got the point across great.

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

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

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