feeling it inside me,
wondering what it is that makes my heart beat
writing about this hurt, this ache, this burn inside
i hate it even as i wonder if i love it
i want to get rid of it even as i wonder if
that will make me alone
feeling it course through my veins, clouding me,
blinding me and those i touch, this poison that
kills as it creates. adrenaline, emotion, the burn
wondering who what where
when did it show me,
when did it own me
is it good
is it good
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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