K G
my heart screams out to be found
the more i write the more fury I hold
not that of violence but that of desire
i long for the simplicity of a prismatic neon blue fire
actions wild...words unwritten by another
my thoughts incomparable to none
i get lost in the trance of the midnight sun
i smile as my nicknames arise
many to mind.. no surprise
poetry is my microphone
in my words I sing, yell, demand, cry and scream
most of all i confess...and sometimes I even protest
sometimes I feel the pain of others
reflect pain from me
so in tune with my spirit I long to be set free
trapped in the barricades of borrowed time
furious soul within
in hope's whispers..i casually roam
more than anything i long to go home
heart beats yet it is more like the sounds of a clock
tormented by the slashes of time... tick tock
knowing too much longing for the touch of something that doesn't exist
in this time
we DO communicate but only permitted to ... in the restrictions of rhyme
caged no longer one day I will be
until then call me Lil Poet, Lucky VII...or for short
K.G.
Copyright © Kathy Guerra | Year Posted 2009
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