Within Me

March 15, 2016

I hear the Bells ringing, ringing. Menacing, treacherous- silence. Pain is imminent-

But I think Differently. I was a beggar for your Release- But not twice- For you are not worthy of

My sacred Pain. The one that Aches more than Bones, The one that beats- Beats-

A drum in my head, Begging for Release. Been centuries since I felt Home within.

The silent Bells ring- Ring- Release is imminent, But I think Differently- truly-

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>