In a Vacant Spin

I feel as if I'm in a vacant spin.
With a churning inside...
Going with a flowing,
My body moves...
To prove,
My mind can be torn.
And I could care less...
The direction it chooses to move in.

A releasing to free me within begins.

I am weeding afflictions of those addictions,
From my head.
I want to rid myself of deceptive satisfactions,
I've been led to believe would keep me fed.

A releasing to free me within begins.

I feel as if I'm in a vacant spin.
With a churning inside...
Going with a flowing,
My body moves...
To prove,
My mind can be torn.
And I could care less...
The direction it chooses to move in.
As long as every inch within me gets cleansed.

A releasing to free me within begins.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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