I Hold The Missle
By Jhai
I know of no mind whose power of sadness explodes at the exposure, at the emotional touch of poetic truth that could be ranked with mine. At times I compare this action of reation on my mind to that of a highly combustable matter thrown into a furnace. I am carrying this missle. It holds the force of my scarred and hidden unrequited love... in a misty gaseous mixture of pain and desire. Though my arms ache in this neverending clutch my heart is what keeps me from letting go of such a laughlingly absurd fantasy. I hold this missle close to my heart. The rapidity with which my heart beats from the everaugmenting hopes that you will return to my life to replace the dillusion that you still love me and I can gently put away the missle and live in peace astounds me. Until then, I will hold this missle.... K12-30-99, Fortunatly the missle has been disarmed. K Written November 15th, 2001 © on Jul 30 2002 05:43 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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