Just my muse talking, have no idea where this came from.


Blown Away


Shake me, I rattle like the wind

buffeting around bare walls

stark and smooth,

pain free.


Immunised against you,

holding eye contact

I let go,

triumphant.









Poetry by shells
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Written on 2009-09-17 at 00:52

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
spareness always pleases me.
2009-09-17



Well the main vain is, that you are pain free, but whether you will be able to let go, is another matter altogether left to the future.

A very interesting route your muse takes you.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-09-17