3:00 A.M. Poetry

Good morning world. I know it's still pretty early, but the early bird gets the worm right? It would appear the early writer gets the best ideas too.

The following was written using the notebook tool on my cellphone at 3:00 A.M.-ish this very morning. I tried to deviate from my norm a little and integrate a bit of dialect into the verses, which (in my humble and biased opinion) did a lot to help the flow of the poem as a whole. Hopefully, going out of my writing comfort zone paid off.

So without further ado, here it is folks.

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I'm Sensin'

I'm feelin' flames in my veins
I'm feelin' frost on my lips
I'm feelin' love on her breath
And her soft fingertips

I'm seein' Hell up ahead
I'm seein' Heaven behind
I'm seein' all of my friends
Walkin' on this same line

I'm smellin' cigarette smoke
I'm smellin' cold Cleveland air
I'm smellin' toxins and fumes
But I'm too young to care

I'm hearin' fights in the streets
I'm hearin' cries in the wind
I'm hearin' everyone say
That I ought to give in

I'm tastin' salt in my tears
I'm tastin' bitter defeat
I'm tastin' time quickly pass
Like the brief summer's heat

I'm sensin' all of these things
I'm sensin' life rollin' by
I'm sensin' doors bein' closed
Though I can't explain why

I'm thinkin' I need to change
I'm thinkin' this can't be right
I'm thinkin' there's no excuse
To keep fightin' this fight

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 Any critique is welcomed, as always.

Until the next time, world...enjoy.