I Am (Adventure)A Poem by Beatrice MarsI'm sorry,
The excitement at The beginning, The delirium (When I feel like Dying) At the end.
Of a camera flash.
Pressing on cold skin, Through warm layers.
I am the Raw, sore, stinging flesh Of rubbed hips.
I am a smile at a memory of a song.
Tears of exshaustion As tears mix with Sweat.
Hot and cold.
I am The first bite of chewy rice, The first handful of greasy chips, The first suck of water in the morning.
I am rain on a tent.
In wet boots, on the muddy, Rain saturated ground.
I am the penetration of Water into the concsiousness, Until it is all you know.
I am the wind and the sudden sun.
I am a dead badger, In a Halo Around its head, Teeth still bared.
I am a sun in a field I've seen before, Next to a river that's Flowing too fast.
(By the end there's no water, I'm dry and flaking,
I'm rubbing. (on raw skin.) I'm blisters. I'm bursting. Light(?) through to Conscicous thought.
Unless of course, It's dark still.
I am a name in the night.
I'm the exasperation of Dry.
I'm a fleece changing bodies In the middle of the -
I am cold.
Oh wait.
I'm rain, I'm everywhere.
(I'm standing on a tree stump eating cherry bakewells, at eight in the morning, watching the rain, wondering what the hell I'm doing.)
I am anything.
I am delirium at the end.
© 2011 Beatrice MarsAuthor's Note
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Added on April 8, 2011Last Updated on April 8, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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