Thundering

The thundering of fear!

Anticipation escaping nowhere,

touching flesh and blood

couldn't ease the thunder

in fear alone.

 

Looking upward

both hands touching your face

hoping that morning

will not arrive too late.

 

Inside no escape,

in an empty room reaching,

touching fate,

a light, fear and gloom awaits

©2009

 

Reviews

[Gathering_Stars]

I like how you condensed the emotion into few words, I think that really added to your poem!