THE PUSH

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    THE PUSH

    I guess I must of thought

    if I pushed hard enough

    you could make me walk

    and I so wanted to run



    if I could just make you see

    then you would know what to do

    if anyone could fix me

    it would have to be you



    not thinking for a moment

    if you were up to the task

    consumed by my pain

    I forgot to ask



    eventually I pushed

    you to the edge it seems

    I saw you on the ledge

    but didn't hear your screams



    so now please forgive me

    for being so blind

    for I see a distant image

    inside of my mind



    of the person I long for

    that I used to be

    when I look at you

    is staring back at me


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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

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

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