Treasure Island

Jamia Chambers

(9-17-91 / nassua county hospital)

poetry


My emotions screaming
My heart melting on paper
Feelings that are unstoppable
My poetry, My savior

My eyes on fire
How I hear the painful cries
Emotions running
Like they were never stuck inside

Passionate flames that express how I feel
Ashes of the rhythm in my soul that I kept concealed

Poetry being my fire every things Revealed
Hurricane Katrina couldn’t stop this fire
Poetry’s all I need to heal

Submitted: Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010

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  • Melissa Broomhead (8/1/2006 8:44:00 AM)

    exactly what i say well.... not exactly but poetry is my way out and probably yours to great poem

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