Disturbed
In spite of what I’m feeling,
in spite of what is tame,
I find myself reeling,
being lost in name
I cannot bear this feeling,
nor these feeling I’ve before,
these feelings left me reeling,
and lying on the floor
Although I have no feeling,
although you do compel,
you leave me sickly reeling,
though brought me from my cell
3/6/02
©Hannahlore Starr
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