The feeling



This feeling I have it has no name

It's always willing to take the blame

It cry's when in pain

It's not in the hall of fame

Nor does it want to play a game

This feeling I have it's deep inside

You can not buy it in a store

And it's can't be through on to the floor

This feeling is my sadness, happiness, hate and love

It fly's so graceful like the dove

It does not get nervous when push comes to shove

It can't be captured in a cage

And you won't read about it on any other page

You have read this straight from my heart

And it might some day be shattered by a dart

This feeling I have it has no name

And I keep it inside with no shame


Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmm I dunno

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poetvg's picture

LOVELY WORK

Marina Olevsky's picture

people's feelings seem to be inexplicable more often than not, and this poem totally gets that across. very cool, i like.
luv
Marina