In here, without,
With everything,
I turned
And felt
Out there, alone
With nothing,
I stopped
And saw
Tripping on the thoughts
I’m not used to speaking,
At least,
Stumbling over the words
I’m not used to feeling,
Enough to pull out my hair,
Enough to make me tear off my skin,
Enough to stare painfully into the noonday sun,
Enough to fall to the wet sand and kiss the earth before walking into the sea.
Enough of this.
Enough of forgetting
To feel

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  • Liz  Wohlrab
    Liz Wohlrabover 6 years ago

    beautiful piece i love the deep emotion and view, you have a very creative mind and are well expressed, outstanding piece

  • Rachael  Hope
    Rachael Hopeover 6 years ago

    Oh wow I adore this, it’s so full of passion and fire. I loved how I felt when I read it, almost woken up…Really alive

  • jianina
    jianinaover 6 years ago

    Love the pace…and the pattern you used in the beginning>>great technique!

  • boppjen
    boppjenover 6 years ago

    Dave I have not read anything on this site and/or in a long time that speaks to me and of me like this poem. These words in this order are my sum. I feel it and now reading it I wish I had so eloquently expressed it but what is more I just need to do it. I used to be out there with nothing and I did feel alive. Now I am in here and I think it everyday how I need to go back out. OK, sorry man now I am using your comments page for my catharsis and that’s not fair. Well said, man well said.

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