Boughtandpaidfor Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 Whatever comes, however horrible or wonderful it is Always goes, away from me and you and all over again We're left wondering what to think Hoping the next wave might make sense or confound Too, or bring some peace or understanding Yet after finally getting some fulfillment Here comes the stunning moment you realise That the exhausting tumbling feeling Will only cease at the second When feeling itself is gone And that the fearful screaming Drowning out what I thought was the feelings Was actually the feelings themselves And would you look at me? I was so busy trying to find my narrative rythym I couldn't hear them calling me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 Wonderful poem there!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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