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Madison Meadows Poem
when your absent
life bends to madness
everyone around me
is completely unaware
of the silent scream within me
trying to purge itself
out of it's confinement
if there was such a doorway
to enter my body
all those people who entered
would be deafened
by the scream
Copyright © Madison Meadows | Year Posted 2015
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Madison Meadows Poem
He lured her there,
Enticing her spirit.
The dance had its own rhythm.
Its movement followed the scent
of animal instinct.
The energy invoked was primitive.
She had memorized the dance.
This ancient ritual had its own language.
It took on a force of its own.
The urge possessed them both.
The heat from the sun,
she possessed.
The moon he owned.
When both their worlds merged,
a new one was born.
Copyright © Madison Meadows | Year Posted 2015
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