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| In The Battle by © visionwolf2 This need for passion Claws at me Calling screaming waliling It's all just white noise Filling the corridors of my head. How deep is craving? How sharp is aching? How constant the tides Of my slippery longing? It's part of the bedrock The Stuff that is Me. So hard to contain So tough to rein in. Keeping my face Schooled to an expression of neutrality Is always a battle Raging. How much do I show How can I know Who to tell About this Hell? I am fighting- I keep writing- Not engaging In the battle Vision Wolf, who wrote this this morning on the bus, going to work. |
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