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Angel Burlingame Poem
Can you feel this heat?
I'm smoldering beneath the ashes..
I feel so naked,still.
Cradling the misgiving and mistakes, I fear this is the cycle of insanity.
Free the chains and lift me from this water, so suffocating and debasing.
I want purged of my past, it is festering within me.
My body is a cell, my mind is the prisoner.
If I cared less, felt less, would I be less broken in the end?
Every calculated move,and yet I still don't add up in my mind.
Oh, these insecurities could eat me alive.
Instead, they rip and tear at my peace of mind, leaving me with only a frayed thread to dangle from.
How I unravel so perfectly and haphazardly.
I fear my need might just burn us down.
yet I feed the fire, I poke and I prod. I push and I doubt.
I struggle to ignore this incessant clawing at my skin as I wait for sleep to come.
Can you lay here now with me and will me back to dreams?
Enveloped in your arms I feel safe, your heartbeat is my lullaby.
Copyright © Angel Burlingame | Year Posted 2013
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Angel Burlingame Poem
Can I sink into your fullness and pretend that I'm whole?
If only I could melt into your sturdy frame,
you could muffle the crying, the screaming,
Or maybe I'd just forget.
Truth be told, my past will forever be a reminder of this current aching,
as sure as the scars on my skin
But maybe you could pretend to love me just now,
telling me you'd never take from me what I've already lost to the lions-
that you won't feast on my vulnerable state of mind,
or conspire as you take into account my fragile,weepy eyes.
The lies and truths merge in my mind,
and I feel that either might relieve me of this uncertainty-
Oh, anything to believe in...
Copyright © Angel Burlingame | Year Posted 2013
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