Hello you,
it's me, today,
feeling so full of life,
such hot, meaningful life...
I feel your anxiety
I feel your apprehension,
I feel you don't want me around
but I perservere,
Lord oh Lord
I perservere
You worship your God
and beg him to save you
from the likes of me,
little o'l me,
and it doesn't work
your salvation has slipped
to the very bowels of hell
you have screamed
(dreamed)
about......
Eat me,
consume me,
know me &
love me.....
I hold it all........
come try and take it.
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest #7: Feverish by nichtmich.
700 points, ended April 17, 2007, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sexy
Wanton and humerous at the same time. The last lines are a celebration of desire. Appreciate your entry. -
your writing has some aspect to it that i just can't comprehend.. it's amazing work, believe me! another great write... good luck in the contest
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