I've experienced the apprehensiveness of
the unexplained, roaming in me
That sneaky, anxious suspicion disturbs me.
That sixth sense of premonitions plagues me.
It consumes me, and
so I dry my tear in silence hoping to release me.
Still, I go against my instinct to please thee
or is it to appease me?
Till it's weight overwhelms me...
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Words From The Infinity...
PoetryBeyond description beautiful she moves Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves...