I can feel the drumming of the beats
As they sweep me off my feet
A little passion is all it takes
When you are going to give it your all.
As I sink into the void
The claws of consciousness pull me from behind
Harrumphing and grunting all the way
I really don't have a say.
A couple of bumps don't mean
You have to stop giving your best it seems
Some ashes and scratches color the bones
Everything is worth when we reach the goals.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...