It pierced my blistering innards
The unknown being that haunts my…
Conscience?
Couldn’t decide where I left, so many lefts
Deprived of their rights
Never reaching their goals
Spinning in circles
Circles, spinning and lifting
We rise and see
But don’t understand
I know.
I want to be satisfied
Until my cheeks are red
And I have grass stains on my knees
Buckle as my heart pounds
Fear turns into sweat on palms
Take these hands
Hold them close
Let me in…
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Author:
TrystanBehm (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2018 09:27
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Trystan,
As I was reading your poem, Philip Phillip’s song, Dance With Me, started playing on the radio. After the song finished, I felt a certain calmness...
The same feeling I felt as I finished reading your poem’s last nine words! Powerful!
A great write that I totally enjoyed reading!
~Laura~
Hi Laura,
Thank you so much for this wonderful comment. I can't tell you how it makes me feel when someone feels something, anything, when they read what I write. This comment made my day! Thanks again
-Trystan
You’re very welcome!
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