PASSION

Anxieties don't end
with age fire raging to quench
drugs hardly help reach
climax any more and
ecstasy a far cry

without sleep journeying
through dried roses to nightmares
I smell hell all day
suffer shrinking passions
in the hollow of my mind



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-08-25 at 11:47

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
with age fire raging to quench - this line doesn't read too well to my mind, i would suggest changing age fire to age's fire.

age creeps up on all of us, except me of course, i am forever twenty one years old. fit as a fiddle.

*walks off coughing and bent over with aching*
2005-08-25


epohonci
i like this one, good thing to wake up and read right before work ;)

they still make you work overtime, even on your birthday :P and passion shrinks one size smaller :)

best regards


2005-08-25