Untitled 1116A Poem by SignifiedGAlone.
In
the dark my soul shifts As
if Some
phantom pain denies its Access
to sleep, to rest. He
groans In
stress, Beneath
my skin No
comfort, relief, comes to him. A
mist, a fog, settles round Quietly,
patiently, seeping it holds No
intention to evaporate from These
depths In
which the soul does hide. It
swirls and rises Thickens
and blinds Leaving
my soul desperately bound Stuck,
imprisoned Without
chains For
this agony is self made… But
no… Wait… A
thump… A
thump… © 2011 SignifiedG |
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1 Review Added on July 18, 2011 Last Updated on July 18, 2011 AuthorSignifiedGBristol, RIAboutHey, I'm Gerry and I live in Bristol, R.I. I've always enjoyed writing, and in the past few years have really begun to use poetry as an outlet from everyday life. It is one of the only means in which .. more..Writing
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