wrote this yesterday too
about knowing something's coming, and trying to hold it back


Floodgates

My hands are out in front of me
Blindly reaching in the dark
For the switch to open up the world,
Ignite another spark.

My eyes are open
But no sight enters
My senses augmented, dulled
Distinguish edge from centres

I metamorph, i disappear
I'm reaching through the wall
I'm trying to find a way to
Fold the world into a ball

Everything is sprawled out flat,
Drawn out in a line
Am i entering a storm
Or will it all be fine?

Rumbling in the distance
Like a herd disturbed and wild
Can i change into a mouse
Am i that meek and mild?

It's nearing, feel the tremors deep
Along the roads where people meet
To share the details of their day
Shout the house down, then retreat

History flickers past
Words to say now it's too late
For my voice is drowned out,
Too soft, open is the gate





Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-18 at 05:14

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Kathy Lockhart
Felt it All! Washed over me like a mighty wave of emotions!
2006-08-18