Inside The Fire
10 April, 2009
Author: Doug Dunigan
I move as the drum guides me
I long to be flawless
I am somewhat in control of my own thoughts
Try and shake me from my stable position
Digestion of thought
Deep involved in the study of truth
Sliding through each mood
Tired eyes
The blind angel crying for light
My heart hiding in a sea shell
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Colin (65.92.47.118) -- Friday, April 10 2009, 05:40 pm You could be the next lyricist for the Doors. I see a 'new' Jim Morrison here for the 21st century! |
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