A prisoner
confined in my body
my need
pounds the gate
of your teeth
like only your throat
holds salvation.
confined in my body
my need
pounds the gate
of your teeth
like only your throat
holds salvation.
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4/20/2020 08:00:48 am
This poem really touched my heart, man. I have a faint memory of being with a woman once, and it was amazing. I think that it was ten years ago since we last talked, but it is still inside my heart. This poem reminded me of the times that we have spent together. I really cried my eyes out here, so I have you to blame for that. I really wish that she is doing okay right now at this moment. Leave a Reply. |
Heather Lee Rogers
I write and perform poetry. I have been published on many websites and print publications at various times throughout my life. I live in NYC where I also create as an actor. Acting projects make me forget that I'm a poet for long stretches of time. But I mean to work on that here: I'll be posting old poems, new poems, and everything in between. Thanks for visiting. Enjoy! Archives
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