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Click hereMusic begins,
building slowly,
pulsating;
strident;
Forcing me to the floor,
Setting off memories and dreams.
I am lost in the words,
the emotions,
Nothing exists
but the feeling;
pure energy;
Fueling,
Releasing,
Kicking off new thoughts
desires
fantasies
Never realized,
not to be realized,
stifled by a life of too many cares,
too few loves;
Empathy to the nth degree.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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My head spins as I read this and I fall into step. You pulled me into the feeling. Great job.
would have been awesome as an illustrated poem.
The shaped poems always look great with an image to go with them. Loved it regardless.
Nice work hon. ;-)