The Change
It should hurt,
but it doesn't.
Rather like a soft thouch,
a warmth spreading trhough,
streanght like none before fills my every limb.
evan though bones cack and groan,
suddenly no more such feelings, gone.
Instead a hunger a thirst takes over all.
I see only one for which i now lunge, jerking back crying no.
Its you standing there all alone,
but to late you know.
From terror that grips,
of what i have become, for its to late .
You run.
BooTz commented on The Change
06-30-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Shattered | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| FALLING | 5 | 06/30/2009 |
| What never was | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
| For my Emmet | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| The Change | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| An Angel In My Eyes: For Jordan | 5 | 06/24/2009 |
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