IIB (28/09/1990 / south africa)

Punch Drunk

punched drunk
trying to scratch the skies
at a dreaming mind velocity
hoping to find inner serenity
on bleeding grounds
i hear the sounds
of a voice thats prone to resound
several times in the rhythm of wisdom
countless animated lessons
quite inspirational at the degree of illusion
an amazing sensation coiling up deep emotions
in the ocean of my palpitating hear

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This poem is good but I feel what this poem is difficult.