Throbbing It Throbs Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Throbbing It Throbs



I can not write what you have read
unlike me
others can write what I've seen.
Hearts pulled out of their chests
strongly
throbing without any hope
seeing to much blood
mine
it simply stopped
seeing what waits at the top
of the hill
and how far to the bottom we rolled.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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