
Wash Over Me
Along the hills comes…
comes…
faint…
imagery of…
no…
notions…
yes.
~Emotional filaments~
I…
grasp, hoping…
words alight…
rushing out through my fingertips.
How good it feels.
A…
kind release, flushing out the distressing shadows.
© 2013 by DC Lessoway
Posted in: Life, Philosophy, poetry, writing
I liked this a lot!