The SmokeA Poem by Princess091311My head is spinning, swirling in circles. Every step is like walking through a hurricane. I'm stumbling over air. My legs, weak as jello. My arms, heavy as boulders apon a hill. What is happening? My words, slured so much as a drunkard's. But this smell, so sweet, yet bitter. It fills my brain, it's foggy. Yet I feel so free... © 2011 Princess091311 |
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Added on September 21, 2011 Last Updated on September 21, 2011 AuthorPrincess091311AboutI am a young, busy woman slowly discovering my passion for writing. more..Writing
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