Led on.
Date: Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 06:09:29 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: JohnAshleigh

Taste.

Flavours of the salty stress,
Headaches that blank my mind.

Sight.

Watchful feelings to the eye,
Heartbeats that trail behind.

Smell.

Odours that sharpen me,
Adrenaline that blankets kind.

Hear.

Listening for my sister's call,
Treading over my lines.

Touch.

Feeling for the answers,
Straining myself trying to find.

Sense.

Calculating the means of why,
Trying to entwine.

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