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Tugged
The storm within me has been reduced to
an ebbing lull
until my feet take me into this house.
One sentence miscontrued
pulled in a tug of wording, this way and that.
I wish heaven would pull me up by the hair
plop me on a cloud with messed up angels,
away from this familiar hell.
an ebbing lull
until my feet take me into this house.
One sentence miscontrued
pulled in a tug of wording, this way and that.
I wish heaven would pull me up by the hair
plop me on a cloud with messed up angels,
away from this familiar hell.
Published 5th Sep 2009
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1st Sep 2010 11:18pm
you seem to have peace until you walk into your "Hell." I cannot tell you how many times I have felt this way. well done.
25th Feb 2014 3:43am
I often feel this way too. You have definitely (an concisely) captured that feeling of being tugged around by life. I really love the last stanza. Good job!
