The Need To Spiral
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
I need to spiral,
I cannot keep this up,
this sweetness
is making me sick.
Where is my darkness?
Where is my cloak?
Serenity fails,
sanctuaries fall.
I need a devil,
I need to beat my mind,
this waviness
is making me insane.
Where is my fever?
Where is my night?
Peace is false,
chaos rules.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/3/04
enjoyed much
William
It's very profound. 'Where is my fever?'
'Where is my night?' I wondered myself. ;)
A little spiraling is good.
Susan