Maybe the reason
I want to leave this forsaken place
So badly
Is because
I have what they call
A wild heart
I can't be contained
Not here
In this town
That does everything it can
To suppress those
With wild hearts
People
Like me
I want out
I want to get one of those vans
That you sleep in the back
And to travel across the country
And maybe even leave the country behind
To go find a place
For myself
On the other side
Of that bright blue ocean
But maybe even over across the pond
My heart won't be content
It's wild after all
And might always be
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
