It’s almost palpable, this craving.
This feeling like my guts are about to spill
Frenzy of thoughts, and then stuck in doldrums, spinning, stumbling, my legs and brain.
I am chasing, this specter of a dream....
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2 comments:
i read this when i was in a bit of confusion and had a headache.
the poem seems somehow appropriate for such an emotional state.
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