Glacial sweat creeping down the back of my neck
trickling through my senses
penetrating my reserves.
Brittle nerves fracturing with the strain
Try to scream nothing emanates
I’m mute.
Racked and shaken
On my knees
Gripping on for safety
Catatonic with dread
As foot steps draw near
Cold blade between the ribs.
Comments
LOL
My first draft of my hate poem could be used as my anger poem as you said that it was more that than hate LOL!!!
Lou
hi
i suppose i must be filled with a lot of anger.
Lou