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Title: Express
Author: Paul Alfieri
Date Submitted: 6/27/2012
Email: paul.alfieri@hotmail.ca

 
Poem: I donít know what is happening. Iím reeling Ďround again. Spinning out inside my head. The ropes that tie me theyíre all knotted up again.

And the buzziní at my core, it drives me crazy. Iím compelled, propelled, shakiní down the walls of hell.

Iím alive but in a void. My body parts have been employed to contain this compulsion, just contain this compulsion.

And cominí round in wider arcs, surprised that you canít see the sparks as it, scrapes the rusty bars of this cell, scrapes the rusty bars of this hell.

Blessings come in many forms but the warning signs strewn in the road, under dust and tyre tracks that tried but failed to call me back are just echoes beneath a battle cry that echoes in my head as I wage a war of compromise, as truth sails in a sea of lies,
and Iím shakiní down the walls of this hell, shakiní down the walls of this hell...

And the grey light of these thoughts, they pull me
down until Iíve crossed the line and Iím down here in the black again. Itís hard, but harder to win when everything is black and white and hellís whatís left when heavenís light, shines down from an impossible height, until my cause becomes my plight, and Iím shakiní down the walls of this hell, shakiní down the walls of this hell...

Fighting ghosts and shadows Ďcause I donít know what to do but fight, wear my shadows well because I am far too far from the light, stabbing forward toward the sun or into the darkest depths Iím gone...

shakiní down the walls of this hell
shakiní down the walls of this hell
shakiní down the walls of this hellÖ.
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