Poetry

Poetry

Like love

Has a burning

Devouring power,

That keeps you

Up late nights,

Wakes you at odd

Hours with a relentless

Pounding passion exploding

In your veins,

An explosion driving some

To sit on the fence of ecstasy,

Some to insanity,

Some to take refuge

In a bottle.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:35 PM April 19, 2013

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