October 03, 2005

Synapse burn

In my rage my sorrow comes full circle
My throat raw with pent up emotion
My heart the sound of a wild stallion
Eyes burn with liquid crystal drops
Vision refracted through limpid pools
Hands twitch with unconscious cause
Body tense yet weak with inability

1 Comments:

At 9:32 AM, Blogger Natalia said...

Is this just free-flowing poetry for our pleasure or are you trying to tell us something, darling?

-N

 

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