|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
deFINEd
Contributed by
reilt
on
Sunday, 4th July 2004 @ 02:58:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
|
The word whirls A wind of rage Inside my head Sleep deprivation Insomniac And imagination is the key I wish to lose Leave locked All these doors That hide and store Skeletons Gathering dust about their bones Welcome darkness Welcome secrecy It's better than this More favoured than truth And its need To set demons free Oh the word it spins An angry web Around my heaving heart A storm brewing In my teacup I drink from this And swallow the flow Of discontent and woe Unable to confront All that looms Yet I know It is a must Amongst the many That follow Here, in the night I cry Defined by this And searching for meaning.
Copyright ©
reilt
... [
2004-07-04 14:58:19] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
|