Gotta get out..
chew through it all to reach the air.
Running in place.. at a break neck pace,
headed no where quick.
Racing through tunnels of endless twists and turns,
where there is no purchase and everything looks the same.
Nosing my way down, to dig my way out,
through the million layers between here and freedom.
Faithfully following a fruitless whim.
A contest entry
- This is how I feel... by SummerlandRayne.
529 points, ended February 19, 2008, 17 entries
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This seems to me to be about a struggle...I could be wrong, {would not be the first time} LOL! And the title hints at drug addiction...which I have lived through. So these words clearly define that little space of misery in my life as well. Either or...it matters not, the words reach out and scream at me...seem to have a life of their own and that is what I asked for. Wonderful poem with exceptional feel. Best of luck to you!
Az
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