The Feelings

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    The Feelings

    The Feelings

    I feel like there’s a place I have to go to but I don’t know how to get there

    I feel like there is a storm of emotions that surges through my veins and makes me want to give into the gathering dark skies

    I feel like I have cried and cried for years upon years and the tears continue to flow

    I feel like Evil disguises itself in many ways and can even come in the form of a precious child

    I feel like Love don’t love me and she rejects me daily

    Now I want to hurt Love

    I feel like I can take a gun and pull the trigger and fire a bullet right into Love’s Black Heart

    I feel like Love aint supposed to hurt but yet I seek to hurt love

    I feel like I have waited a lifetime and I am tired of waiting

    I feel like I see his face and it’s his past am hating

    I feel like I can’t walk on sunshine because it is he that continues to bring the rain into my life and he was supposed to be my shelter from this ugly storm

    I feel like am walking around in circles which appear to be never ending

    I feel like because I hurt Love she’s left me and I continue descending into pain’s abyss

    I feel like this cut is so deep but I never bleed even though it feels like I’ve been slaughtered 1,000 times

    I feel like the only person who love me is my daughter

    I feel frustrated and anger resides in my pride

    I feel like I have nothing inside because Love continues to rape me

    I feel like Love has deceived me over and over again with her Immoral ways

    She lies and lays her body down with many others I am left so amazed

    I feel like she’s cold blooded and ready to take my soul

    I feel like behind my walls of fury I have no more control so therefore I am lost

    I feel like I have paid the cost and now I have nothing left

    The feelings are gone and so am I

    If Love means anything is that Love is living a lie.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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