Turbulence

Unrest is all there is,
restlessness fulfils needs,
desire, fire
in the belly of unease
shouts, screams abusive thoughts,
directional
arrows fly
into surreal life,
I crave comfort
wondering if change will come,
too late.





Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-08-05 at 01:07

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John Ashleigh
A pleasure to read, as always.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-03


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
bumpy stuff!
never too late...
i do like the clear voice i hear
to me that is a good writer.
2010-08-05