Poem #8
#7 of My Poems
not sure what to say here really, hope you all enjoy.
The throb and ache fills my hands, my feet and legs,
as i kneel here, communing with the land,
I feel mother earth, she knows something is comming.
Though she won't tell me what, it feels dark and dangerous,
The tension causes my shoulders to ache even more,
like some weight is pressing down onto me.
Soemtimes i curse that i can feel things,
sense things no mortal should.
My blessing is indeed a curse,
I fear touching anyone more and more,
i can feel fragments from people,
how can i tell what is reality, what is fantasy?
Anymore, i feel like i live in one of the books i read.