This Feeling In Me
What is this feeling in me?
Why is it that I feel like I can't breathe?
Why is the sun yellow and the grass so green?
Is it love or is it me?
Somewhere near the deepest of deeps,
A lonely image, a ghost of all ages rises,
And in my head a feeling transcends,
The thin dry air is beautifully thick,
I close my eyes and in the darkness, the images stick,
One by one they flow like stars upon another,
And a universe at its peak,
Is born from the tiny fragments of my imagination.
I start to write and I'm at ease,
My body is still but my heart, harder it beats,
Battlefields, ghosts, wizards, rise from the darkness within,
And I am left a slave to this feeling in me.
Where there is peace and joy I cry,
Where there is darkness I see light,
At the end of the day I'm left alone with no one to understand,
But somewhere in me,
I know that even if I don't feel it,
I still have this feeling in me.
Its my one and only friend,
My torturing master,
It drains my every being and renews my deepest spirit,
Night upon night I've pondered upon this feeling,
Is it an angel or a demon?
What is this feeling in me?
One thing is for sure,
Rip me limb from limb,
Break my every bone,
Poke my eyeballs deep,
But never take this feeling from me.
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