Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by InnerStrength, Apr 15, 2007.

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  1. InnerStrength

    InnerStrength Well-Known Member


    Like a juvenile preoccupation
    This is an addicting sensation
    Can you feel it pulling through...even in sleep?

    Connecting the human spirit
    Together with that one crucial piece
    There’s that unelectable person
    Who makes your spine rattle
    With that tenacious feeling

    Senses blessed to a cursed repetition
    You feel inches from heaven’s gates
    Then there’s a tugging from reality
    And you awake

    Fingers curled inward
    Eyes staring at nothing
    Your bones becoming endlessly productive
    A breath swallowed

    Too much like a prison
    Too much like heaven​
  2. I have mad appreciation for your work. If you haven't already, think of publishing it. :nod: It's good enough, I say.
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