LifeA Poem by Joy MurphyTwisting, Turning
Spinning, and burning.
It lands with me,
But doesn’t stay.
It toys with me,
During the day.
Constantly,
Fighting to break free.
I struggle to live;
To be,
To feel alive.
It grabs hold of me,
And shoves me under.
Taking me,
To places of wonder.
© 2009 Joy Murphy |
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Joy MurphyAboutI've been writing since I can remember. It's a hobby and a passion. I'm always looking to learn new techniques and to receive constructive input to help improve my writing process. I love to read. I h.. more..Writing
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