First, it starts off
somewhat normally,
gradually
turning into something
abstractly.
Was not my intent,
to be,
within the midstream,
rather,
another
abtain'd ropes,
tied my arms
behind me.
Feelings have been inject'd
into the core,
of what,
seems to be,
a dream
holding a vast amount
of sugar,
and cream,
presistantly whipping
the dickens
out of me.
l've breath'd my apologies,
yet my innard,
are still allow'd
to get,
the best of me.
why do l
not seam
a stream
along
my midstream,
to close
the flow
of...
Jodilee Duke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-agenda/
