Postponed - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Postponed

Pulse racing,
Pupils dilated,
Awareness heightened,
Endorphins streaming,
Gulping air.
Harrowing experience
So close to the real thing.
What a rush,
He feels alive,
It begins wearing off
He’s forced to go back,
Be himself,
Look inside,
A fate postponed by
Each next thrill.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer