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Title: Express
Author: Paul Alfieri
Date Submitted: 6/27/2012
Email: paul.alfieri@hotmail.ca

 
Poem: I don’t know what is happening. I’m reeling ‘round again. Spinning out inside my head. The ropes that tie me they’re all knotted up again.

And the buzzin’ at my core, it drives me crazy. I’m compelled, propelled, shakin’ down the walls of hell.

I’m alive but in a void. My body parts have been employed to contain this compulsion, just contain this compulsion.

And comin’ round in wider arcs, surprised that you can’t see the sparks as it, scrapes the rusty bars of this cell, scrapes the rusty bars of this hell.

Blessings come in many forms but the warning signs strewn in the road, under dust and tyre tracks that tried but failed to call me back are just echoes beneath a battle cry that echoes in my head as I wage a war of compromise, as truth sails in a sea of lies,
and I’m shakin’ down the walls of this hell, shakin’ down the walls of this hell...

And the grey light of these thoughts, they pull me
down until I’ve crossed the line and I’m down here in the black again. It’s hard, but harder to win when everything is black and white and hell’s what’s left when heaven’s light, shines down from an impossible height, until my cause becomes my plight, and I’m shakin’ down the walls of this hell, shakin’ down the walls of this hell...

Fighting ghosts and shadows ‘cause I don’t know what to do but fight, wear my shadows well because I am far too far from the light, stabbing forward toward the sun or into the darkest depths I’m gone...

shakin’ down the walls of this hell
shakin’ down the walls of this hell
shakin’ down the walls of this hell….
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