I Feel You

March 10, 2012
Alone I sit,
Where the grass is wet and rain streams down my face
The wind gnaws at my bones and blows my hair away
Wrapping itself around me like a sick backward tourniquet
As I think of you

The wind becomes your hands wrapped around me,
Never letting go but never really there
The rain is like your breath gliding down my body
Saying a thousand things at once, but none to be heard

I am a home, a shell
And the parasite of longing is deeply rooted within me
And it cannot be starved nor can it be weeded
And for it to die along with it
Must go I

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youngspeare said...
Mar. 25, 2012 at 7:17 am
Great expression, strong words..Keep posting this is awesome! :)
Moee1 said...
Mar. 23, 2012 at 7:31 pm
lovely poem
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