This feeling that's come over me,
engulfs my heart
consumes my soul.
To stay is to die.
Death by love
that knows no control...
to the limits...
a soul can give.
Chiseling away
from who I am...
these bits of me...
taken away...
consumed....
lost...
can't they see?
Nancy Winter Miranda
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumed-2/
