im in the twister and things are flying by and i fear that i will be ripped apart i weaken, knowing that my time grows short fear hits me me that i won't come back im floating above ground knowing as i speak my resolve not to cheat on you grows increasingly weak im falling but not, from a million miles up and i now say ill drink from the cup people fly around me, memories i treasure of intense, unbelievable, SOUL-SWALLOWING pleasure im in the center now, life becomes worse i need to come down, but i can't! im ready to begin, but as the storm strengthens my fight falters for a bit, then lengthens i must avoid being destroyed but i see it coming, and i pray for my bretheren, those who are like me and myself, to survive the shit bearing down upon me and i am ripped apart, i cease to exist because you hated me so much,this is what you wishedBirth sign: Aries
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