From the vault! This was written, by hand, by ME, on November 7, 1997, which would make me 17. YIKES! Amazingly, I can still read my own handwriting.
The Middle
contrary to belief
my mind is the hurricane
pre-destined to destroy
my heart, the
surrounding storms
a burning knowledge
contained in my throat
my body follows close behind
raging in the silence
of its own right
the before of this
turbulent existence
is far gone, deep into the mists
smoke rising, creating a fog
the sky is falling down
the after is yet to come
the eye of the hurriance
is calm
so science says
but what place does love
hold against physical things
my heart
anchored for etenrity
frozen by one night
round warm droplets
falling from the open red skies
foolishly caught in the middle
swept up by the storm
my body shudders to a halt
possessed by fear
suspended in time
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