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About This Poem
I Belong to You, Lord
Approaching darkness
Sips from my soul
Peeks into crevices
Freezes joy
A heightened awareness
Suffocates my thoughts
Paralyzes the heart song
Placed there as a child
A ratta tatta tatta
Cerebral noise
Unable to change the tune of my existence
I belong to you, Lord
Your effervescent love
I reject this hatred molesting my song
Draw my mind’s eye back towards you
Beckon your angels to comfort me through
This storm
Written for Nette Onclaud's Contest--Synesthesia: Inner Body Movement
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