TriflingA Poem by Aramey
Not to be trifled with
but you know not what you do as you stand fist clenched after the blow fades adrenaline drops in, bursting through my veins the time for excuses has passed, now, awoken, too late for that. Circling in, the hurricane begins. The ground trembles as thunder follows the lightning surging in my blood. Crimson fire blends electric surges gather, wind bursting through the trees closing every escape and you stand in the middle trying to calm the storm. Oh, but forethought is a wonderful thing... perhaps you should have had it before you pushed, and prodded, and danced upon the grace that you've been shown. You stand, still in denial, but the proof is on my face. And delusion can't calm the truth. Because it's eyes are now fixed on you, and it's grip cannot be writhed away by nothing more than lies. © 2017 Aramey |
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1 Review Added on July 12, 2017 Last Updated on July 12, 2017 AuthorArameyPensacola, FLAboutI'm just like any other writer, striving to make a living. If I had a preference it would be novels. more..Writing
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