What is this feeling? This thing in my heart?
Not love, for that was struck with a poisoned dart
Not fear, for I have always been brave
It is hoplessness. From its clutches will I ever be saved?
What is this feeling? This thing in my chest?
It is not here at my behest
Its here of its own will and volition
The sprite that sent it feels no contrition.
What is this feeling? This thing in my head?
These things I never thought nor said?
They came and leave no peace to me
They crash and brake like the waves of the sea.
What is this feeling? This thing I dont understand?
I don't wish to march forgotten in the band
I want to be my own person always in charge
Not some thing, some vessel, for feelings at large.
The tumultuous of things of me.
About Me
- Katie
- My name is Katharine, but I usually go by Katie. Somehow I'm tough and bratty at the same time. But despite of all that, I like being taken care of. Sometimes I don't understand my feelings and emotions, so I write poetry. Some of that is here, which is pretty much why I created this blog.
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