Array ( [sid] => 106889 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Led on. [time] => 2005-10-01 18:09:29 [hometext] => My sister went missing today - 28/09/05 - and that is her birthday. I wrote about the incedent as soon as I found her. [bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 23 [informant] => JohnAshleigh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Led on.


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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