After our Wednesday Fiasco this is what has happened

My Body

My mind is turning
Like on a potter's wheel
Its contents whirring and spurring inside

My heart is pounding and breaking my ribs
It is begging for release
I feel the bones crack and my heart is pierced

My legs tremble
Like an earthquake
As the give way beneath me I come crashing to the ground

My flesh is rotting away without your presence
You keep me whole and intact
I am dying without you

Poetry by Steven Flood
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Written on 2005-12-30 at 05:01

Tags Dying  Heart  Love 

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Man, I know how that feels.
In fact I can relate to this right
this very moment. But hope that it all
works out. It somehow always does.

Hi Steve. Full of trembling emotions. Hang in there.