Senses
Strangle my senses
So frank and relentless
Fierce less from fierce fists
I’m fighting my senses
To get back to what this is
Twisted and tasteless
Bitter and wasteful
I crave for
The flavor
To savor the fervor
Of forever
I’m clever
In thought but insistent
To persist in this growth
Of yesterday
And tomorrow
A favor
For whether
I’m able
To resist this…
These…
Those…
I’m frozen in moment
But running in thought
For I cant see
The pain
These stains
That I smear
I cant hear
Nor can I feel
The plight
I must will my way through these
Few to be easy
And more to be hell
I can’t smell
Failure a choice
I can taste it
I’m wasting
The time
I am getting
So I’m guessing
I’m obsessing
Over nothing
But forcing
The world
To strangle or mangle
These senses
Since this is
Just a figment pressing
The crevices of my persistence
Copyright © Kaima Akarue | Year Posted 2006
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