Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on April 22nd, 1991 No Comments »
Rising up, in a haven of dust and gray
warmth trickling beginning at my knees
comsuming me as it rises
Until it reaches my head
and engulfs it within me
I am a slave to it
here my one savior
I cannot find it
a fury detatched
The pain is
but a small
glimpse
of love
and I
offer
it to
only
you.
@may_gun ah, a kindred spirit! Posted by @UkuleleJim over at twitter.com).
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