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Caught on ball

Contributed by Caz on Thursday, 10th May 2007 @ 08:28:15 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I am just so sick of this.
Having a constant gut ball.
Clenched, griped, turned.
Pulled, ragged, ripped.
Over and over, and right now flipped.........
There is just no getting away from all of this.

Day and night, night to wake,
When i wake for the battle,
When i drop for the rest.
Once more now, twisted pattern return,
Twenty-for hours, hell is confirmed.

Fist all in, tightened now grasp,
Red raw knuckles, raw skin now.
Pow, punch, stab,
Kick, du'sh, flop,
Look here now,
Flat floor,stop.

It's a master ball now, rolling just here.
The crimson on sight, the anger locked dear.
The shape feature glare, looks steamed sincere.
Way deep inside, banging bones feared.

Even now i am just so sick of this,
Having that constant churned ball,
Clenched, gripped, turned,
Pulled, ragged and ripped,
Over and over, and right now fliped.
I just know that,
There is no getting away from this.

Copyright © Caz ... [ 2007-05-10 20:28:15]
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Re: Caught on ball (User Rating: 1 )
by BigDre on Monday, 5th July 2010 @ 03:02:41 AM AEST
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Great Job of conveying the emotion of Frustration with this ball.

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