it feels as if to the ground I'm mired
it feels as my eyes are continually tired
it feels like my spirit has broke
it feels like hell when my lungs inhale brackish grey smoke
its feels as if there's spring inside bones
it feels like love when I make emotion into homes
it feels near as bad as the tale
it feels like when I had nothing but time to set bail
it feels like its law and order
it feels like maybe I'm no longer his one daughter
it feels like fire you're against me
it feels like maybe I'll maybe be something you see
YOU ARE READING
Lured By Life
Poetryso you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
