Where I'd Been

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Where I'd Been 

Times I wonder where I am,
And where I ought to be.

Aimlessly kicking rocks around,
It permeates my being. 

In thought of where I am,
And where I once had been.

Those who loved me true,
Shared with me their soul. 

The deepest well of passion lived,
And died, that could be told.

Aching to seize those times,
Their love and gentle score. 

Raging time, kicking rocks,
Blame screeching loud egos' scorn.

Kicked rocks dance,
Coaxing thought of romance,

And longed once more to be
Where I'd once been. 

A man who lives this time
With the love of them my cure.

Raging war within my head,
Grotesque like cut off limbs. 

Trotting now the rocks are gone
From my cleared stroll,

I've kicked them all away. 
I wander from my path in search

Of more to underscore
A need to grow again.