this pain <br />raises and falls <br />in this heaving bosom <br /> <br />this agony <br />rages and rages <br />in this fiery heart <br /> <br />this longing <br />settles and unsettles <br />this body and spirit <br /> <br />this pain <br />this agony <br />this longing <br />all together hit me <br />as a tornodo at times <br />it's then the body goes about <br />like a dangling empty sack down <br />the shoulders of a beggar, roaminging in vain, <br />with a heart heavier, and belly and spirit emptier <br /> <br />14jan2010 <br />02.40hra<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-face-of-a-tornodo/
