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Intensity

Intensity

Burning
Pulsating
Always yearning
Never waiting

Looking for something
With unrelenting will
Finding close to nothing
Then standing painfully still

Burning Burning Burning

Searching for something words escape
Searching for something that resonates

Searching for something to be understood
Not knowing what’s bad, nor what’s good

What matters?
What flatters?

Never knowing which road to drive
Never knowing which mountain to climb
Yet driven by a constant drive
Always on a constant climb

Misunderstood
Isolated
Hidden
A star outshone by street lights

Nobody has time for stars anymore
It takes a telescope to see
No time for eagles to soar
Too many chains to be free

No time for intensity
No time to care
No time for propensity
No hearts left to wear

Put on your mask
And enter the dark
The street lights will guide you down the road
The one you were never supposed to take

Be free
Amongst the roads we create
Get lost
On the path you make

And leave your intensity
Douse your fire
And leave your intensity
Forget your desire

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April Mitchell

Your poems really pull out emotions rather they are intense,sadness,loneliness,humor whatever they really evoke emotion from passionate readers!:-)

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