Damascus by Nicole Assenza satisfy my sleep for pains and here’s a dark daydream: you’re under skin-- (I like the sting) and the sway and the cold burning fires wish I could get-- under skin but you hate the sting hold yourself to yourself hold yourself to those cold burning fires you’ve so long loved and thought of as yourself and I line myself with lead I’m on the lines you see I’m falling on the sides falling on the road on the road to Damascus, I fell in a dark daydream where I fell on the road to Damascus I fell in a dark daydream where I’m-- you’re still under skin I like the sting and the sway, how tight the rope gets 10/01/2007 Author's Note: oh, la. another boy, more broken heart. Posted on 10/02/2007 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh on 09/23/10 at 09:02 PM I liked the poem, though I do prefer rhyming poetry myself. 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)