Untitled No. 1

I am a short story writer of horror and thrills. I am not a poem. It just came out.

12/03/16

Untitled

By Claire Champagne

The more I fight you, the weather I become

the stronger your cold dead fingers wrap around my throat

choking me

and I cannot breathe

I don't want it

Come out! Show yourself!

Why are you here? Where did you come from?

What do you want from me?

You leave me in silence

questions you won't answer

No, not yet

Not just yet

Because you have no words

No form

Struggling, scraping my mind to describe you

what I do not know

I try, I claw but there is nothing

No matter how my heart bends to imagine the sight of you

I cannot succumb

cannot face what I cannot see...

Speak to me, squeeze within me what you are

My eyes fill with wet agony

Take me, I'm yours

Flooding from closed flesh

the river runs

set it free

I will not fight you

Because only then, ONLY then

will you open that door in which I move closer to

It creaks open

I close my eyes

Take a deep breath

painful breaths that stumble, tremble

its like dying

its like being born

its unlocking the prison I've made

So let it go

scream until my lungs break a part

There you are

here I am

I am set free

I am free

I am here

I am...

Author's Note

Punctuation, spelling, grammar(but its a poem, so...), mostly, what do you get out of this? How does it make YOU feel? Can you relate?

Reviews

[wordman]

sounds like your fighting a inside feeling ,a demon if you will, but you finally overcome and win the battle..

[Work in Progress]

We all have demons. But I never write poems about them. Usually paint my feelings abstractly.
I know poetry is hard to really critique, its either you get it or you don't or you see it differently. But it would be nice for some poets to say a few words.

[wordman]

well ,you painted them well .

[Work in Progress]

So I should get on and start reviewing other writers. I'm in the middle of two of them...

[wordman]

so you should keep on painting !