Dear Sir,
That feeling is back. I try to pull away from the never ending tide of emotions. Those white caps crash apoun me knocking me from my safe haven. Inkiness overwhelms me blocking out my forward sight. To drift away no longer to fear.
THat feeling is back. It whips through me stealing my breath, my cry escapes but is not heard over the screaming streams. That onces gentle breeze has turned on me. No longer offering a warm embrace.
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Really cool poem. The repetitious that feeling is back has a great impact. Good stuff!
love it all. greatly written, one really feels lost amongst the sensational meanings of ur words.