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24 Robert Weaver

In I Feel That..., Submission on September 20, 2010 at 7:14 pm

I felt like
I couldn’t stop sighing
God was stepping on my lungs
Oh, your mother was crying

So much to say, not sure how to do it
Not that it’s the drugs
I just can’t see my way through this

All the dirt swept under our rugs
Didn’t mean much
We just needed your love
Felt like a man, to help carry you through
Speak for so many, we’re so lost without you

So much to say, not sure how to do it
Not that it’s the drugs
We’ll just drink our way through this

-Robert Weaver, Orlando

  1. “God was stepping on my lungs.”
    This is the moment that I got goosebumps.
    Would this be an allusion? Personification? or just a figure of speech? Not sure.
    Either way. I’m a sucker for such great, powerful, yet simple writing like this.
    I can feel the weight and mood.

    Absolutely love this piece.

  2. I really, really appreciate this feedback.

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