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

Date: 8/23/2013 3:54:00 PM

Meandering through life aimlessly with no real purpose... needing a soft place to land... I like your style

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/23/2013 5:22:00 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 :)