The Whirlwind
It was a whirlwind that took me up,And a whirlwind that set me down,
I am dizzy from my fall,
Images of us melting into my sight,
Within the eye of the storm I felt tranquil,
It carried me in peace as the world raged beyond,
I know, that it was the only place I felt at home,
Where I felt alive and must return,
Flashes of pain as I left it's center,
Afraid of those flashes again,
I think my self belongs there,
I seek the whirlwind once more.
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2010-06-07 at 20:59
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