A strike past time to spare.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
The last time I looked at a clock I was knocked
off-balance by an enigmatically creepy feeling. It was completely clear that the entity was wanting something. An object I could not detect or find. It is a question that is to be answered with out asking. Almost as if she was shouting into a quite room and a man asking why she was doing this. The answer is clear. I do not know what the question is or the implied moral. As I said before I was struck by an object to the heart that has caused it to stop beating. My logic of the syntax of the emotional realm has been de-fabricated as is usually. It just a part of feeling cryptic to the emotional affinity you hold. © 2008 Lee W. Deason |
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Added on February 13, 2008 Author
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