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the feeling that tiers me apart from this physical world... the feeling that this war inside me is about to reach it's climax


Submitted:Feb 11, 2011    Reads: 37    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


There's something inside me that I just can't shake
it's like a personal earthquake
there's a feeling that is pulling at my soul twisting and turning my dreams in it's grasp
somethings about to happen but I don't know what
something big, something strange, something that will give this whole earth a change
inside me I know something important but I can never recall what it was
without a doubt in the world i'm needed, but by who?
Somethings coming my way and I have to wait for it
something or some one who will finally release me from this awful feeling that I was never meant to live this quit life
and their almost here
I find it hard to believe that it is coming and dare not hope for something more then this life
so all I can do is wait for them to prove me wrong
the waiting is agony, the twisting feeling is more then I can bare
but I know that my relief will come soon enough
until then I'm waiting. . .
inside me butterfly's rumbled from an imaginary volcano shaking my insides even more
waiting was never my best quality and isn't now
how can I put the feeling in words?
It's like you leaving the stove on when you leave or forgetting to bring something to school
that feeling isn't pleasant is it?
Mines even worst. . .
mines like I forgot to feed the cat before I went on vacation and it's to late to turn back
or you forgot your kid in the store and have to go back
as awful as those sound that's the feeling inside me and I know that all I can do is wait. . .
and wait. . . and wait. . . and wait. . .




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