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NEED Need. A greed To feed On my own emotions? Intellectual potions? Enough to fuel the fire Of desire? To be with you. To share. To care. To stare At you And wonder. To ponder The consequence Of letting go. Or to show How I truly feel And reel Under its weight. Too late ! Fate has cast a spell. I feel it welling. Telling in my Every thought I ought Dispel it like And unwanted dream. Its not the scheme For sanity. A sad profanity Of life. A formula for strife? So">` <<< Click to return to poetry index
NEED Need. A greed To feed On my own emotions? Intellectual potions? Enough to fuel the fire Of desire? To be with you. To share. To care. To stare At you And wonder. To ponder The consequence Of letting go. Or to show How I truly feel And reel Under its weight. Too late ! Fate has cast a spell. I feel it welling. Telling in my Every thought I ought Dispel it like And unwanted dream. Its not the scheme For sanity. A sad profanity Of life. A formula for strife? So, What, indeed Is need? 18/01/2000