Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

If the Shoe Fits

I must act now upon impulse,
With wicked toil, I live with no rest
Oh, my own self I doth repulse,
As my own self I doth protest!
I feel hung in trapped suspension,
Spun in webs of silk and stress
And all my intentions are wrapped in tension-
Please, would one kind hand of me caress?

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Karen Anglesey August 23, 2013 at 3:54 PM Meandering through life aimlessly with no real purpose... needing a soft place to land... I like your style Just That Archaic Poet August 23, 2013 at 5:22 PM Thanks again, hon. I'd like to believe it's unique, but I have been far too influenced by the classics to claim otherwise. I just try to express these feelings of mine in the best way possible, and it's always been through writing, poetry and playing guitar :)