I Touched Heaven
As I sit on my front porch At dawn watching... The glowing, red, sun shining upon me From a distance... My head fogged... From the the sleepless night before The air Crisp and cool like... Mother Nature blowing in my ear Whispering... Hello The cloth on my back lays... Comfortably close, warm, and protective From the cold The chemicals flow... Corroding through my veins I feel no pain as I inhale... The scent the dew has extracted From the limp, weighted down Blades of grass This is heaven, I know I do not belong as I sit... Wide-eyed and blissfully ignorant Of the rest of the world I want to stay... I know I do not belong here But, please just let me Stay... So much pleasure... Does not come alone, but paired With pain... The pain of losing this feeling I long for everyday The pain of knowing... No, I cannot stay Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 01:31 PM PST 0 • 1
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"As I sit on my front porch..."