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When The Feeling is mad
I feel it
It's wrath is like hot biting water and a sad child
Overflowing onto me
Spreading it's poisonous sinful thought
I'm like it's meal
It eats me slowly so I begin to rot
He starts at my heart
Taking time to chew
When The Feeling is happy
It's beatiful like the morning dew
Hugs me like the morning rays
Strokes my cheeks like spring breezes
I am happy
But The Feeling is rarley happy or mad but freezes
On the guilty feeling
Parinoia is making me crack
My eyes always sweep a room like a filthy broken broom
It seems like wieghts are piled on top of me in a messy stack
But relief will come
As I pass the seven gates of Hell
Then go to the Devil himeself
Oh it's a story to tell
As I admit my sins
I then am judged
As I see the gates of heaven I ask an angel "Why have I been brought here?"
The beauty the smiled "It was a honest mistake"
Then she embraced me and so did The Feeling, in the form of something I've never known before
The Feeling was forgiveness and relief.
And I thought I shouldv'e confessed a long time ago...
- by pomberrules |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2009 |
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- Title: The Feeling
- Artist: pomberrules
- Description: This is a poem I wrote when I was incredibley parinoid and guilty of a mistake. :sweat:
- Date: 07/15/2009
- Tags: feeling guilt anger happiness
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- CaptKouji - 07/19/2009
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Ayee...
Not quite what i expected.
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