Distant ShoresA Poem by Luke Ritta
A poem about Travel.
I have an illness living inside of me. It swims through my veins, crawls around my rib cage like a serpent. It sleeps in my blood cells and breathes through my skin. It is very slowly devouring my soul. It digs deep down into my mind and buries its seed. It finally has engulfed my body.
It has become me!
My heart thumps vigorously for new encounters.
My eyes want new images to stimulate them.
My feet want to feel like they are alive.
My ears want to hear sounds that make them ring with joy.
My hands want to wave good-bye to new friends.
I have a bug living inside of me.
A travel bug!
© 2012 Luke Ritta
London, United Kingdom
AboutHi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..
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