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by James Zealy

It seems I have an addiction
For dramatic empathy and need
Where attraction and excitement
Seems null and void
without the next conflict

There is something about
Absolving the need
To combust and self destruct
That makes me feel a part
If only for a moment
Of the lightning in the bottle that is you

I wish for a moment
That it was not that way
But only for a moment
I am your buffer
your safe place
Only sometimes I think
I am too safe

There were times
I know I was
And I lost for a time
What I should not
I knew what the interloper
Could not know

I am your safe place
The one who is there
Even when you are mad
And completely conflicted

I am the one who has
Been there through
Childhood demons
Come to life
And fought for you
To let them die

I am your refuge
I am your haven
I am your safe place


Author's Note: It is what is. Some of us are a walking explosion waiting to happen, and there are those that are there to exorcise the demons. I fall into the latter category

Posted on 09/14/2009
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/09 at 04:34 AM

and in being "the safe place" what has been the cost to you? In S3 L4, I think you mean your. sometimes exorcising demons is a great tool!

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