well, someone's got to tell them!A Poem by HuwThe rope tightened as she leaned forward her breathing was laboured and then restricted until it stopped her heart continued to beat though faintly until it stopped. Is this death she wondered? Then came the realisation that her mind was still active her thoughts lived on her fear was acute relevant and had no sense of relenting in any way. Death had not been a release as she had taken her mind out of time and into the eternal realm into which she was now held. She soon realised that her terror had just begun and would know no end… © 2019 Huw |
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Added on January 29, 2019 Last Updated on January 29, 2019 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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