This Feeling
The trampling of usual activity, A displacement
Of the mind; Now I can't focus my eyes,
Creeping into thoughts that you fought, against and,
Deprived, You have been, since you turned left,
It seems, But What is this euphoria that claims,
All that is here that reigns,
Supreme over a tiny space, and craves,
All that you have torn to attain, to bring
An overwhelming peace to this time.
Copyright © U.A. Mir | Year Posted 2010
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