Life is as the feather in the wind.
It flutters up and down,
And wishes it could take flight again.
Poem 13- The Feeling (pt2)
The feeling has returned;
The empty, cold, alone feeling.
The feeling pains me;
The hurt, sore, achy feeling.
The feeling is anxious inside me;
The jittery, nervous, breathless feeling.
The feeling subsides within me;
The burrowing, dredging, tightening feeling.
The feeling will never leave me.
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