To Singe Vein

To Singe Vein

A Poem by Kristine Ferg

With no one in anguish,

lush words to be tread on

fire-for-pain,

and in repeating the dreaming,

I'd just ever wished for

the truer lead rope

 

 

waiting...

how can I

contend to it?

How can I feel for it

anymore?

When one caresses that fine line,

I can't help but figure out why,

you're a fool to be, and I,

the foolish figment of your

imagination.

© 2012 Kristine Ferg


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Added on January 3, 2012
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Kristine Ferg
Kristine Ferg

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I'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..

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