The madness and confusion
The ache that crashes right through the chambers of a beating heart
The strain experienced with every breath and every blink of an eye
The anticipation of the next time a bolt is going to zap!
A bittersweet feeling
A whisper of a never ending start
A start of misery on a cloudy night and cold storms
A messed up piece
.....Of a beautiful art
A plethora of words in a whirling tornado
Sentences woven with pure adrenalin driven needles
And there are no enough periods to end each heartbreaking part
Or maybe there are, but the needles are in the hands of a crazed person
His words meant to him more than my constantly startled mind
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INTENSE (wattys2018)
PoetryA plethora of words in a whirling tornado Sentences woven with pure adrenalin driven needles And there are no enough periods to end each heartbreaking part Or maybe there are, but the needles are in
