Stop On A Dime by Jersey D GibsonThe feelings rise once again,
can't tell the difference between foe or friend.
Feel the anger swell into my soul,
need more than ten breaths to take control.
I'm mad as hell,
but in control as well.
I need my time,
to stop on a dime.
Now that red sight premates my vision,
hate sparking like nuclear fission.
Swear I can't stand things until they mend,
better to break knuckles than to hit a friend.
I've lost control,
but not my soul.
Things will be fine,
when I stop on a dime. 10/17/2003 Posted on 10/18/2003 Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/18/03 at 01:44 AM Wonderful message, beautiful flow. Nice to hear from you again! |
Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 10/18/03 at 05:27 AM better to stop on a dime anytime this poem helped me to understand someone who was trying to stop on a dime a little better today so thank you! |
Posted by Amanda L Marron on 10/22/03 at 11:59 PM wonderful jersey as all your works are |
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