Black Poetry : time space continnuum

thepoetsean

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someplace dreams are made of
Occupation
student, advocate to change the world
without you

i feel spells of faint--
falling sickness stomach turning--
what a happiness-less mass am I--

without you

the world around seems fatalist--
in-es-cap-able
i'm trapped like--
tallahassee traffic @ rush hour--
Manhattan is gridlocked all day...
that's how my mind feels--

without you--

perspectives and opinions seem not as speech-worthy--
not as important...****...nothing is as important
nothing has importance...

without you...

scared afraid para-noid--on-edge jumpy--
not myself--

nearly terrified...

without you--

my life is a time space continnuum in which i wait--
for you...
to touch you--
I wait.

without you.
 

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