Posted by dove on March 18, 2005, at 11:23:27
Everything's all bundled up and tight
popping and stopping,
voices screech inside my head
I search for even a fading light
ranting and raving
my sanity has left me and fled.
I have no strength to avail the fight
sadly and madly
I wish the feelings were dead
instead
of hope still peaking its ugly head
giving me something to reach for
but knots and bondage suffocate
my arms tied
cannot be pried
Inside I scream and flail
hoping the restlessness will abate
and with it the whiplash gale
the riotous energy that confides
that I am indeed afraid.dove
poster:dove
thread:472452
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