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Closing a door

By FranticFad

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Thrashing and twisting, fighting for life Longing for morning, another day in the strife Craving, denying, reaching out for the light Burning and livid, driven mad by the night My strength bleeds away as I sink to the floor Lost and confused I stared hard at the door My eyes wide in rage, tightened against tears Her harsh, angry voice had awakened all of my fearsIt's a memory from my seperation... (blech) .. and I am trying to learn how to capture my feelings in rhyme. I have a fair sense of rythym, but am a little awkward with this.. :P Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 04:03 AM PST   0 • 1

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