These Days
I can still feel the warmth
as my body rebels and the stakes get higher
maybe then I will have found the meaning of this
I am afraid I am mad with life
with the hunger of life and more life
sometimes I am always in this state
ready to burst
to burst out of the very thing I am
what can this mean?
where will it take my sad wet hands
this wrinkled room set in some other time
in some strange light
these days
the colors washed, filtered,
merge with everything
Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2012
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