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deFINEd
Contributed by
reilt
on
Sunday, 4th July 2004 @ 02:58:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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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
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