unbid,crept in like a cold stream
through the confines of my heart
trailing a path i knew not
scorching the trails it traced
agony is the spark
gravity the import
life the victim
writhing unseen
About Me
- angie
- Oh!...to be a 'fool' like 'Peter' when he walked (on water) seeing Jesus alone.
3 comments:
Hats off to my poet friend! ;) I m not that good with poems though!
i feel shy to call this poetry ...
but ... danx!! :)
its a jumble of words that denote the turmoils of one's heart :)
Thats about the same explanation I had in mind about poetry ;)
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