Celebration&Distraction Of Love - Poem by Poetheart Morgan
Something is burning
and i look cautiously
and If is on me?
my box of match intact
subtle, under my skin
burning, see, burning!
Something was cut
and blood flows
by the act of the knife sharpened
for my lack of attention
not in the same place
where my thoughts are
never the ideal stage to act
always destined for a ghost absence
I Decided Celebrate!
and drink all sensations at once
the cut, the blood, the burn
and unwillingly accepting myself
a love so long felt, wanted
one relief for my distraction
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I am angry with this poem. Really stuck here!
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