Black Poetry : poseidon's lungs

thepoetsean

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11.46 am

i feel overwhelmed.

i feel me...losing sanity--
rapidly--
can it be?

i sometimes hide behind the strength of--
metaphors similies and connotation similar to
the fox's characteristics--

sean ain't what he used to be.
sean ain't who he used to be--
he's changing--
constantly...
can it be?

i used to love--
but its undescribable now--
it feels like hurt sometimes--
it feels like pain sometimes--
it feels like pins and needles--
me close to the edge...

(I wanna leap)

leaping from love--
wishing for its far-gone simplicity--
longing for its predestined uncondition--
where are you love?

nowhere near me--
@ the bottom of the sea--
trying out my poseidon's lungs--
my sea legs--

love left us...
love left me--
abandoned me--
in my deepest time of need--
when my emotions externally bleed--
could
it be?

(the only explanation i can find.)

untilloveorthelifeofmeresurfaces,

i'm witchall.

espee.sean.greg.perk
 
Say It Ain't So!!!!

Sean,

Very emotional piece. I'm hoping that ya don't really feel like ya described.

Ya flows are always steady and true...

If any resurfacing takes place, it's a resurfacing of bigger and better things that "thepoetsean" holds inside until the time is right!!!

Keep scribin' Poet!!!!

Peace
GQ
 

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