Sensations attack
As I crave what I lack.
The me that I was once before.
Slamming the door
On the lies and the lore
A feeling I just can't resist.
Weighing the risk
Finding patterns in my lists.
Justification for all that's become.
Fighting with Love
Hidden hand from above
Guiding me to just the right spot.
My center my rock
The key to my lock.
Time ticking with just the right tock.
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2024 15:12
- Comment from author about the poem: 05.2024.02
- Category: Love
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Comments2
very nice
Thank you!
The center is the place to look. Answers lie within in the matter what you lack it’s contained inside.
It is! Thank you for your time and comment!
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