Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Call Me Bumble

I feel it now
This tugging downwards
Heavy chest and slow of breath
A constant skipping
In my heart

My eyes blur and bleed
The images surrounding me
This haze a welcome guest
Happy to become
Abiding and constant

Around you I am abuzz
A complete sense of
Being the live wire
Which attracts you to touch it
Every now and then

Being the water
That gives you relief

Being the arms
That circle your doubts
With warmth