Rebirth

Rebirth

A Poem by Matt Fowler

  Orgasmic feelings, a loss of words.
A chance to start anew, to soar with the birds.
Attempting to communicate, feelings I don't understand,
Winds brushing my hair, my toes in the sand.
 Looking for that one chance of love, and redemption.
 Always hearing words.
 Never pays attention.
 Schools of thought educate the masses.
 Brainwashing classes, in between;

 powdered noses, a crime scene.

 Blood in the veins,

 Alienated feelings.

 Prisons of our demise, we constantly are building.

 Logic and numbness; corruption feels at last.

 Internal infernos help the season blaze past.

© 2012 Matt Fowler


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