FEAR

FEAR

 

Running, it’s but a stupid, useless, waste.

Roar of blood boiling, squealing in my ears!

Deafening silence quickens my pace…

Shuddering heart screaming—burn of my tears.

 

The wetness of sweat, slicks my skin

My soul, feels as though it, yes, it is gripping.

The drop, falling, knowing I will not win.

Mind reeling—feeling as though it… is… slipping…

 

Salty stench, stings like acid

The sweet aroma of darkness

So crisp, so clear, yet so very acrid

Drowning in rich stale robustness

 

The sour flavour of impending death

Upon my tongue, it does seem to hum.

So foul the stink on my breath

Now, ever so tasteless—for here it comes—

 

 

Crystal Kells.

Reviews

[THERISA]

A very vivid and descriptive poem, conveying the true meaning of this feeling. Great job. Thank you for sharing this dramatic poem with us.

[Dani California]

Yikes!! Nice... I felt this one. Oh yeah -- definitely.

Great work!

[Jason]

scary! Very well written. particularly 'The sweet aroma of darkness'
good job.

[PhoeniX]

ah. tis a well written poem of fear. good job on you

[Legion]

Brrrrr!!!! I felt a chill reading this. Not much does that. Good work.