Kicking by Angela Thomas It's kicking now. My blood feels ready to boil, or just stop, I can't tell. I've absorbed everything I possibly could. Pages and Facts and Diagrams and Acronyms. I'm ready to crash, or test, crawl into your arms and sigh. I've got a blanket on, but I can't tell what's making me colder. 02/12/2004 Posted on 02/12/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 10/31/04 at 01:10 PM This fine poem came right at me and I'm glad it did. Keep writng Ms. Thomas. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)