Monday, November 15, 2010


Like a tap you opened
I flow with no control
I can’t help the way I feel
My emotions are on a high
Running helter skelter
I try to get a grip of myself
It is so hard
I am loosing this war
My ammunition has run out
I am like a slave
Waiting for the next hit
My hope is
I do not die
As I wait
Till next time
My love

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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