Dark feelings

Dark feelings

A Poem by Disturbed mind

I want her ... 
Deep inside of my soul i feel her take over of me. 
I can't resist because i know what is happening ...

and i don't feel comfortable in diagnosing the dark mystery about me ...

I want her... 
My desperation is so strong that my mind

feels submerged in empty dreams full of dark feelings ... 
I feel it in me as the blood in my veins ... powerful ... unstoppable... 

I want her ... 
Everything indicates to me the deep feeling that each day will take root more ...
a huge tree of anxious feelings ... 
My heartbeat is like a mismatched simphony relied by a roll
of endless sadness caused by the mere fact that i whant always more ...

I want her... 
Her presence pursues in everything I do ...

I am bewitched by her enigmatic sweetness ... 
So i loose myself ... because I am not able to fight ...
I love her... 
 

© 2009 Disturbed mind


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Amazing poem. Keep up the good work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


this was a great poem. it had that mysterious yet loving touch to it that made me keep reading on. i also liked how you kept saying i want her... and then added description under it. nice work. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Comment? Why to this I can only say WOW!!! Powerful, facinationg, and so bewitching that it took my breath away..

'I want her' Powerful words there. The heart speaking the mind. This was one heck of a job and I am so glad I came along for the ride of my life..

Mag xx

Posted 9 Years Ago


I really liked it. It was sweet yet pained. I liked how you ended. Very good:)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 28, 2009
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