Amanda (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sweety167) wrote,@ 2009-05-06 01:11:00 |
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| Entry tags: | poetry |
Poetry for the savage beast...
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Never find
the right words,
stumbling,
tripping,
scampering,
tumbling,
Falling face first
and back again.
Fear;
the creeping,
sneaking
and crawling.
Skin twitch,
heart flutter
- grief too deep
to contain,
spilling,
raging,
slipping,
breaking.
The brink
of emotional madness,
idiocy and pain,
mourn.
First step
out from under,
up and it’s over.
Wilted,
withered,
spoiled.
Come in empty,
leave hollow.
05/04/09
