posted October 28, 2004 06:56 PM
Now that it's in me, I can't get it out.
Spreading through my veins,
tearing across my organs,
burning me from my chest outwardIt starts as a beat
A pulse
And a thought makes it pound
Just when I think I can carry on
It hits me once again
And any chance of a quiet mind,
some sort of semblance,
is shattered
This pain
joy
intensity
I don't know what to do with it
or without it
It hurts
It pulls away my sanity
it makes me sick and sore
I don't want to eat
I don't need to sleep
But I'll die if it goes away
The pounding is new to me
beautiful
What I never knew existed
And it makes me cry
And laugh in the next moment
I'm right side up at last
It could have been poison
But it's turned out to be the cure
Now that it's in me, I can't get it out
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That probably sounds sad, but really, it's very happy.
Ghani